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I Don’t Belong To You

Donna Karan sunglasses bridged over my eyes
Fantasy and Reality blurred between hushed lives  
Swerving my Benz going 100 miles around a winding curve  
Between the prison of her thighs, she makes my soul purge  
Fur parted, showcasing my nakedness, the need of Her invested in me  

The satisfaction of our indiscretions speaks under satin sheets
Her oral pleasure I fall too upon the meet  
My strap on pushing inside, giving Her that dominating treat  
Private suites for our desires, skin to skin, feeling the caresses of each other’s body heat  
  
Flooring the gas pedal, still tasty the scent of Her coating on my lips  
Soft moans still echoing in my ear with each lick  
My fingers parting Her pinkish feast, to Her clit the curl of my tongue meets  
To my shoulders resting the soles of Her feet  
  
Loving the way her lust dances against my face  
The slow tricking of her juices, sweeter than the spread of marmalade  
Panting….Her back flapping off the bed  
Palming my head  
  
Gyrating slow enough for my tongue to sink  
Holding her arms to her sides as the ooze of Her, I drink  
Inhaling, my tongue scaling, Her body bucking  
Keeping Her addicted to my licking, my finger fucking  
  
Feening for me to taste that honeycomb dew  
Mm... having my cake and licking the icing too  
Begging me, to make Her all mine  
Tears falling knowing she must share me with His time  
  
The soft wisps of her whimpers heard... in haste, pulling up my lacy thong  
Promises to Her I will not stay away too long  
Leaning over the rumpled evidence of our clandestine paradise, the concealed lies  
The consequences, if discovered, neither one of us wants to jeopardize  
Fur, stilettos on, out the door, gone  
Donna Karan sunglasses bridged over my eyes, speeding back to the comforts of His home  

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