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Confined Pleasure
Kneeling at the helm of my wanton lust
The touch of your lips I submit
I feel the breath
In the anticipation of ecstasy kissing my soft skin
Sighing with undeniable emotions
Standing in your confined rapture
As you imprison your soul within
The comforts of my femininity
The touch of your lips I submit
I feel the breath
In the anticipation of ecstasy kissing my soft skin
Sighing with undeniable emotions
Standing in your confined rapture
As you imprison your soul within
The comforts of my femininity
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