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sixteen
Eyes connected
Souls are snared and our flesh
Is naked
For the moment we're getting
Prepped and lubricated
Lips lock and tongues twist
as our eyes shift south
Towards the pretty place you've been
teasing me about
I've got sixteen inches
And they're all going
gently at first
Into your welcoming mouth
Hold my hand.
Close your eyes
Let's count
Souls are snared and our flesh
Is naked
For the moment we're getting
Prepped and lubricated
Lips lock and tongues twist
as our eyes shift south
Towards the pretty place you've been
teasing me about
I've got sixteen inches
And they're all going
gently at first
Into your welcoming mouth
Hold my hand.
Close your eyes
Let's count
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