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Perfect time
Perfect time
I'd love to be the camera on your mobile phone, getting to see you naked, on your bed when you're alone
Snapping shots or selfies looking deep into smile, capturing the moment, it would make the job worthwhile
Looking at your sexy curves, your nipples stand erect, maybe chosing a different filter, to get a new effect
Getting glimpses of your sexy bum, or of you dressed up to send a thrill, a kinky sexy outfit, tonight you're dressed up for the kill
Getting slid in between your thighs, to see your flower spread, zooming in on your cliterus, legs open wide upon your bed
A chance to see your inner lips, to see your moisten clit, showing exactly where a tongue must go, when licking in your slit
Pictures of you in lacey lingerie, as you start to strip, a damp patch in your panties, a picture captured as you drip
All these things I'd get to see, if i were the camera lens, will I see these as your poet, well I guess that just depends
It depends if you take those shots, and send them down the line, pictures of a Goddess, caught at the perfect time
Ron
I'd love to be the camera on your mobile phone, getting to see you naked, on your bed when you're alone
Snapping shots or selfies looking deep into smile, capturing the moment, it would make the job worthwhile
Looking at your sexy curves, your nipples stand erect, maybe chosing a different filter, to get a new effect
Getting glimpses of your sexy bum, or of you dressed up to send a thrill, a kinky sexy outfit, tonight you're dressed up for the kill
Getting slid in between your thighs, to see your flower spread, zooming in on your cliterus, legs open wide upon your bed
A chance to see your inner lips, to see your moisten clit, showing exactly where a tongue must go, when licking in your slit
Pictures of you in lacey lingerie, as you start to strip, a damp patch in your panties, a picture captured as you drip
All these things I'd get to see, if i were the camera lens, will I see these as your poet, well I guess that just depends
It depends if you take those shots, and send them down the line, pictures of a Goddess, caught at the perfect time
Ron
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