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Much Was Given By Her Parted Lips
Much was given by her parted lips,
pursed and panting as she folded over me
like a crumbling mountain.
Her every cell trembled with lust and beads of
sweat framed her open mouth sucking my breath
and tasting her saltiness still on my tongue.
She rode my shining column then paused to stare down at it’s pulsing.
When I finished, her flawed flesh toppled over me in surrender.
Yes, much was given by her parted lips,
yet much more was taken
in her final parting gasps for life.
pursed and panting as she folded over me
like a crumbling mountain.
Her every cell trembled with lust and beads of
sweat framed her open mouth sucking my breath
and tasting her saltiness still on my tongue.
She rode my shining column then paused to stare down at it’s pulsing.
When I finished, her flawed flesh toppled over me in surrender.
Yes, much was given by her parted lips,
yet much more was taken
in her final parting gasps for life.
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