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Amorous
She runs her tongue
Lightly across her teeth,
Making sure that I see.
Her breasts are bare,
Aroused, and free;
And between her legs
Not a leaf to be seen.
Ordinarily,
I’d be a gentleman
And offer
‘Ladies first,’
But
She exudes
Amorous temptation
And I’m eager to imbibe,
Getting drunk on every sip
Of her salted caramel skin.
Perhaps,
Once she’s sprinkled me
Enough with
Satisfied cries, and
Shivered me enough with
Unbridled quivering,
I’ll let her tongue
Take its turn
At this carnal poetry.
Till then,
She is the stage
And I’ve so many
Parts to play.
Lightly across her teeth,
Making sure that I see.
Her breasts are bare,
Aroused, and free;
And between her legs
Not a leaf to be seen.
Ordinarily,
I’d be a gentleman
And offer
‘Ladies first,’
But
She exudes
Amorous temptation
And I’m eager to imbibe,
Getting drunk on every sip
Of her salted caramel skin.
Perhaps,
Once she’s sprinkled me
Enough with
Satisfied cries, and
Shivered me enough with
Unbridled quivering,
I’ll let her tongue
Take its turn
At this carnal poetry.
Till then,
She is the stage
And I’ve so many
Parts to play.
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