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Cinnamon Tasting

Come in  
Shut the fuck up  
You see this body  
My body  
You have five hours  
Do your best  
Do your worst  
You need more motivation  
Get inside  
I’m not a good girl  
I’m bad  
 bad to the bone  
Skin firm and the color  
Of cappuccino  
This is grown woman love  
Those young girls cant  
Touch what I was blessed with  
You been calling me none stop  
Wanting this pussy right here  
I blessed it with cinnamon  
Wanting your mouth to take it all in  
There is no filter on these lips  
Or these lips right here  
I am telling you what I want  
Take that tongue out and start from the back  
To the front  
You wanted the real  
Well, I am giving it to you  
Backdoor action  
Is that what you are askin'  
Do the front right  
You may get graced with that tonight.  
Enough with the talk  
Time is wastin'  
You have four hours  
And forty-five minutes left  
Time for cinnamon-tastin’
Written by fianaturie8 (Fia Naturie)
Published
Author's Note
400th poem. I try to mark the milestone with something out of pocket hope you like it.
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