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Painted
traced paths with a finger, careful not to miss an inch
so slippery and divine, the tongue is close behind
your soul vibrates in resonance, waves lapping at the shore
shudders start to ripple outwards, enter the open door
as the guttering candle flicker paints shadows on your open thighs
your centre is left stained by my deep, tribal kiss
so slippery and divine, the tongue is close behind
your soul vibrates in resonance, waves lapping at the shore
shudders start to ripple outwards, enter the open door
as the guttering candle flicker paints shadows on your open thighs
your centre is left stained by my deep, tribal kiss
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