His tongue sang beautiful melodies
That sent chills down my spine.
His tongue also turned on me
When I was off.
Just like a baby asking for milk
He licked me with pleasure,
And never wanted to stop
Wooing my body into divine seduction.
******* till my breast were chewy.
His tongue was my therapy.
I was always satisfied.
His tongue was midnight my memory
He was my fantasy.
Nov 8, 2014
Nov 8, 2014 at 4:06 AM UTC
His tongue sang beautiful melodies
That sent chills down my spine.
His tongue also turned on me
When I was off.
Just like a baby asking for milk
He licked me with pleasure,
And never wanted to stop
Wooing my body into divine seduction.
******* till my breast were chewy.
His tongue was my therapy.
I was always satisfied.
His tongue was midnight my memory
He was my fantasy.
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