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Friday Night
Turn out the lights
Let the darkness spread
Pull your arms around me
As I nuzzle my eager head
Against the thick sweatshirt
You wear to bed
I reach behind you
Embrace the small of your back
My caress begins quickly
My heart is racing so fast
I can’t wait to inhale
Smooth skin between your breasts
I summon the courage
Pull your zipper down
Open your sweatshirt-
Now shaking all around.
Mouth searches the thin white cloth
For delicate rosebuds it surrounds
Onto your tummy you turn
Exposing your back to me
We push our clothes to the floor
I rise to my knees
Reach around your ribs
Explore your sides gently
You arch your back
Your elbows on our bed
A treasure within my grasp
An invitation to cup your breasts
I delight in touching your private soft skin
Stroke your nipples so hard and so red
Slippery fingers touch
Until you’re ready for more
Hard and eager from touching you
I ready at the drawer
Pause to view your pretty nude skin
Kneel beneath your open door
You grasp me with your gentle hands
Rub me against your lips
Excitement grows with every stroke
You pull me between your hips
Close my eyes as I slide inside
On your chest I plant my kiss
My happiness soars my heart content
On a Friday night like this.
Let the darkness spread
Pull your arms around me
As I nuzzle my eager head
Against the thick sweatshirt
You wear to bed
I reach behind you
Embrace the small of your back
My caress begins quickly
My heart is racing so fast
I can’t wait to inhale
Smooth skin between your breasts
I summon the courage
Pull your zipper down
Open your sweatshirt-
Now shaking all around.
Mouth searches the thin white cloth
For delicate rosebuds it surrounds
Onto your tummy you turn
Exposing your back to me
We push our clothes to the floor
I rise to my knees
Reach around your ribs
Explore your sides gently
You arch your back
Your elbows on our bed
A treasure within my grasp
An invitation to cup your breasts
I delight in touching your private soft skin
Stroke your nipples so hard and so red
Slippery fingers touch
Until you’re ready for more
Hard and eager from touching you
I ready at the drawer
Pause to view your pretty nude skin
Kneel beneath your open door
You grasp me with your gentle hands
Rub me against your lips
Excitement grows with every stroke
You pull me between your hips
Close my eyes as I slide inside
On your chest I plant my kiss
My happiness soars my heart content
On a Friday night like this.
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