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Thighs
I'm addicted to thighs
Not ass, or hips
Or tits
No!
I'm addicted to Those perfect landing strips
...leading to my destination
There's something in the way they carry her
Caress the seam of every fabric
As they peak beneath that boarder of forbidden meat
There's...
Something in the way they tease the mind
Ever guiding towards her treasure
So succulent that merely touching them can make her wetter
I'm addicted to their taste
Leaving trails of kisses from knee caps to waist
Never forgetting hip joints
I place ...
butterfly kisses like tattoos
Leaving marks
So every skirt reminds her of my conquest
I'm addicted those thighs,
That clinch around my neck
The closer I get to my destination
Not ass, or hips
Or tits
No!
I'm addicted to Those perfect landing strips
...leading to my destination
There's something in the way they carry her
Caress the seam of every fabric
As they peak beneath that boarder of forbidden meat
There's...
Something in the way they tease the mind
Ever guiding towards her treasure
So succulent that merely touching them can make her wetter
I'm addicted to their taste
Leaving trails of kisses from knee caps to waist
Never forgetting hip joints
I place ...
butterfly kisses like tattoos
Leaving marks
So every skirt reminds her of my conquest
I'm addicted those thighs,
That clinch around my neck
The closer I get to my destination
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