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THIRSTY THURSDAY
HANDS BARELY CLASP AS THEY SLOWLY HEAD FOR THE DOOR
SHE BARELY WHISPERS IN HIS EAR..OK MAYBE JUST ONE MORE
SILENTLY WITHOUT A WORD HE FOLLOWS IN HER WAKE
A SMILE PLAYS ACROSS HIS LIPS FOR THE THING HE LONGS TO TASTE
FOR WHAT HE WANTS CAN'T BE FOUND IN A BOTTLE OR A GLASS
BUT IS NESTLED NICE AND TIGHT BENEATH HER NICE FIRM ASS
SHE TURNS TO HIM AND SMILES AS IF SHE KNOWS NO SHAME
THEN LEANS TO WHISPER IN HIS EAR..DON'T WORRY I FEEL THE SAME
SHE BARELY WHISPERS IN HIS EAR..OK MAYBE JUST ONE MORE
SILENTLY WITHOUT A WORD HE FOLLOWS IN HER WAKE
A SMILE PLAYS ACROSS HIS LIPS FOR THE THING HE LONGS TO TASTE
FOR WHAT HE WANTS CAN'T BE FOUND IN A BOTTLE OR A GLASS
BUT IS NESTLED NICE AND TIGHT BENEATH HER NICE FIRM ASS
SHE TURNS TO HIM AND SMILES AS IF SHE KNOWS NO SHAME
THEN LEANS TO WHISPER IN HIS EAR..DON'T WORRY I FEEL THE SAME
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