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Shall Never be another
I am in a slumber
Curling like a cucumber
It's 2 am and I am wide awake
Wanting to have some cake
Awaking to your hand on my knife
I'm lucky to have you as my wife
Grasping in the night
Their is so little need for any light
Victoria grabs my balls with a velvet touch
My breath escapes me as its just to much
My bites intensify along her neck
Knowing my hunger is growing unchecked
I slide my hands along her waist
Grabbing her legs as I am wanting to taste
Her lovely breast a fire with my lips
Before I slide my knife between her hips
Not wanting to explode in her lovely hands
For she has grown me and I have expanded
My hardness is about to explode in a burst
My lust is rushing into my loins with a mighty thirst
Grasping for pleasure I grab her waist with hunger
Pushing against her velvet thighs in a chunder
I feel a gasp as her breath escapes from her lips
My hunger is inside of her as I allow myself to dip
A warm pool of dampness engulfs my manhood
As I slide into her folds I am giving her all my wood
Jointly our breath is rising as we begin to meld
Into one as our movements are about to weld
Us into one for our passions are now unleashed
Moving in tandem we both know were about to released
Grasping her skin I push ever deeper into her folds
As I hear her whisper my name as if I was gold
Feeling her begin to shutter and shake deep within
I feel my tension squeeze my loins as its about to begin
Crashing into her depths as her body shatters into bliss
I release my passion into her warmth and gently kiss
Her neck and whisper my devotion and love into her ear
Feeling her hands grasp my hips she holds me into her
hair patch of blonde as she milks me for all of my love
For we are mated for life and our bond like a pair of doves
She slowly relaxes into my arms and we just stare
into the night not wanting to let go without a care
in this world we have found our calling in each other
and now know their shall never be another
Curling like a cucumber
It's 2 am and I am wide awake
Wanting to have some cake
Awaking to your hand on my knife
I'm lucky to have you as my wife
Grasping in the night
Their is so little need for any light
Victoria grabs my balls with a velvet touch
My breath escapes me as its just to much
My bites intensify along her neck
Knowing my hunger is growing unchecked
I slide my hands along her waist
Grabbing her legs as I am wanting to taste
Her lovely breast a fire with my lips
Before I slide my knife between her hips
Not wanting to explode in her lovely hands
For she has grown me and I have expanded
My hardness is about to explode in a burst
My lust is rushing into my loins with a mighty thirst
Grasping for pleasure I grab her waist with hunger
Pushing against her velvet thighs in a chunder
I feel a gasp as her breath escapes from her lips
My hunger is inside of her as I allow myself to dip
A warm pool of dampness engulfs my manhood
As I slide into her folds I am giving her all my wood
Jointly our breath is rising as we begin to meld
Into one as our movements are about to weld
Us into one for our passions are now unleashed
Moving in tandem we both know were about to released
Grasping her skin I push ever deeper into her folds
As I hear her whisper my name as if I was gold
Feeling her begin to shutter and shake deep within
I feel my tension squeeze my loins as its about to begin
Crashing into her depths as her body shatters into bliss
I release my passion into her warmth and gently kiss
Her neck and whisper my devotion and love into her ear
Feeling her hands grasp my hips she holds me into her
hair patch of blonde as she milks me for all of my love
For we are mated for life and our bond like a pair of doves
She slowly relaxes into my arms and we just stare
into the night not wanting to let go without a care
in this world we have found our calling in each other
and now know their shall never be another
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