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A Tip of Passion
Thane legs slightly open, with a passion bright,
My desire caught in the softness of your light.
Drawn by your alluring stare, I inch closer bridging space that put you afar,
A glance of heaven within a tasty honey jar.
May I dip just the tip inside,
Where sweetness and warmth and stickiness hide.
I want to feel your wetness clings to my mushroom tip skin like a soft wet lace,
The nectar of passion, a gift to embrace.
The scent of sweet perfume with a hint of you fills up the air,
A passion uncondensed, divinely rare.
The tightness of your opening clings close surrounding my tip with a syrupy stream,
The heartbeat of an amazing wet dream.
I savor the feel, both tender and slow,
A liquid creates a stream embrace from the pink opening of heaven below.
Fingers kissed the peak of your breast followed by my tongue I taste sugar and dew,
A moment of bliss, eternal and true.
It started with a thought followed by a stare then the request of just the tip… just enough for both our souls to bare
And as I pull back from its luminous gleam,
I carry this sweetness of our passion into my dream.
My desire caught in the softness of your light.
Drawn by your alluring stare, I inch closer bridging space that put you afar,
A glance of heaven within a tasty honey jar.
May I dip just the tip inside,
Where sweetness and warmth and stickiness hide.
I want to feel your wetness clings to my mushroom tip skin like a soft wet lace,
The nectar of passion, a gift to embrace.
The scent of sweet perfume with a hint of you fills up the air,
A passion uncondensed, divinely rare.
The tightness of your opening clings close surrounding my tip with a syrupy stream,
The heartbeat of an amazing wet dream.
I savor the feel, both tender and slow,
A liquid creates a stream embrace from the pink opening of heaven below.
Fingers kissed the peak of your breast followed by my tongue I taste sugar and dew,
A moment of bliss, eternal and true.
It started with a thought followed by a stare then the request of just the tip… just enough for both our souls to bare
And as I pull back from its luminous gleam,
I carry this sweetness of our passion into my dream.
Published 23rd Jan 2025
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