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May 2015
stare into my eyes, as my hands roam
over your soft skin
NO NEED to whimper or think
as our breaths, in rhythm, begin

slowly I'll kiss every spot, beholden to me
as your heart races, to my tease

every sweet drop of nector from your pores
only makes me hunger for more
for I sip each drop, and swallow you
as your fingers dig deep, your mind now askew

such tension of your body, I know your ready
just one more lick, as I hold your head steady
shall I stop now, just to tease
no, I think this is a good time, for your release
Written by
tom krutilla  justice, illinois
(justice, illinois)   
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