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Son Danseur Privé  (His Private Dancer)

You my love have been chiseling at my nucleus for some time
Mm… my legs spreading just a little bit
Oo… can you bring the wine
Words coating my skin
 
Blurred love and lust
For you and I to begin
Kiss upon my lips
Pull me close to yours
 
Sss… and then lay me on the bed
Mm… preparing for that butter rum pour
This robe ends very quickly
I want to see all
 
I want you to take me to the stars
Above the moon
Oh.. as you stand there so tall
Pointing North
 
On your kness you go
Mm…touching my thighs
My buttocks
Oo.. tasting as I trickle as I flow
 
Climbing between my legs
A kiss to my tits
Pulling your face down
Ah…such sweet lips I’ve missed
Written by SweetKittyCat5
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Author's Note
The real lover is the man who can thrill you just by touching your head or smiling into your eyes - or just by staring into space.

Marilyn Monroe
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