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HIS HAND LINGERED

His hand lingered,
as he fingered
within the folds,
teasing what holds
juices inside
that help the glide.

His thumb on clit
applied so hit
me, like button
had been switched on;
the up-down rub
made pearly stub.

Hips started to
roll as the dew
from my petals
at first trickles,
became a stream,
of thickened cream.

Thus made alive,
instinctive writhe
drove me perforce
to pleasure's source.
His fingers twist
as I grabbed wrist.

They crooked inside,
opening wide,
and found g-spot.
I groaned a lot,
stretched back my head
to head of bed.

Next he'd withdraw
his offered paw,
leave me callling
for a balling,
time to apply
trouser-snake's eye.

He moved on me,
lowered body,
let his chest rest
upon my breast
as his length slides
in my divides.
Written by Solomon_Song
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