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Valentine in red lace

Valentine in red lace

Where is my Valentines, the red lace girl, who haunts my dreams, beautiful and sexy, a figment of imagination or that's just how it seems

Her sexy eyes her moist painted lips, skin so soft as Velvet as a Rose, surely she's really out there but where only heaven knows

Beautiful curves, in pretty lace, created like a work of art, not Da Vinci or Michelangelo could improve on you, you've been perfect from the start

To hold you in my arms late at night, to find my sweet Valentine, is a hope and longing i carry, one day i hope you're mine

Wearing red lace for passion, the colour of a deep Rose red, the lace drapping off your sexy curves, your laying seductive in my bed

I kiss your pretty painted lips, my hand slides between your thighs, your moist bodies ready for me, there's desire within your eyes

You spread yourself for me, you're wet and you opened wide, I slowly climb on top of you, I guide myself inside

Our bodies become entwined as one, like a sculptor working clay, blended in sexual harmony, we match in every way

My body crashes on you, like wild waves upon a shore, building up to ecstasy, I hear you cry for more

Kisses rain down on you, I can see the love etched on your face, you dig your nails into me, my sign to pick up pace

Orgasm after orgasm, juices running wild and free, soaked in your desire, like I'm swimming in your sexual sea

Pounding you even faster, I'm so close I'm almost done, we've shared a night of passion, I cum with the morning Sun

My Valentine dressed in the redest lace, you are left saited laying on my bed, then my eyes open again I'm all alone, we've had sex inside my head

My Valentine girl who haunts my dreams, tonight you wore red lace, I only wish I knew you were real and not just gone without a trace

But I know you'll return to me soon, back into my dreams you'll creep and we'll make love again another night, the instant that I sleep

Ron
Written by averageJoe69 (Ron Summers)
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If only she were real
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