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THE TENDERNESS OF HER BREAST
The tenderness of her breast,
rest up upon my chest,
stripped of the Playtex padding
that is its daytime cladding,
is the - most - beautiful feel
when it's not dream but REAL.
Upon my ribs they cushion
while her straddling thighs push on.
Her nipples' brushing on mine
raise sensations so divine
whose tingles arouse my part,
for which her thighs draw apart.
rest up upon my chest,
stripped of the Playtex padding
that is its daytime cladding,
is the - most - beautiful feel
when it's not dream but REAL.
Upon my ribs they cushion
while her straddling thighs push on.
Her nipples' brushing on mine
raise sensations so divine
whose tingles arouse my part,
for which her thighs draw apart.
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