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Tempting Thirst
My pulsing is sequenced with the sound of the offbeat clock
As I sit at my desk wishing I could have your cock.
Swishing and sucking on my straw
picturing my tongue twirling
while my hand is jerking
and yearning for your taste to draw.
I can't wait long enough to make you see
that baby you are what I need
oh how you send me falling to my knees.
Nows the time to make these hours go faster
so I could turn you into my luscious master.
As I sit at my desk wishing I could have your cock.
Swishing and sucking on my straw
picturing my tongue twirling
while my hand is jerking
and yearning for your taste to draw.
I can't wait long enough to make you see
that baby you are what I need
oh how you send me falling to my knees.
Nows the time to make these hours go faster
so I could turn you into my luscious master.
Published 18th Sep 2012
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