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poetic phone ***

walk away from your computer lay down and make a call

 

i want you to travel deep into my voice i wont touch you at all

 

with ya own hand i want you to carress ya face slowly go down to ya breast

 

rub them squeeze them lick the tip of ya finger and moisten ya ****** yes

 

glide ya fingers across ya thighs listen to my voice as i take you on this ride

 

lights off door locked im not in arms reach

 

but if you close ya eyes my face you will see

 

i want you in a deep trance

 

as you explore with your hands

 

"where i wanna be"

 

right next to you in the dark, naked between ya sheets

 

kissing and carressing every inch of your body i want to taste

 

i go inch by inch i promise to not let a drop go to waste

 

"wait baby dont let go of the phone"

 

i know it feels real and right but in reality it is wrong

 

continue, take that finger you use oh so much and let it play

 

rub ya **** left to right up and down every which a way

 

now go inside hit that spot to the left , im ya director baby

 

switch to the right go deeper in you didnt know ya fingers felt this amazing

 

you are wet, soaked and yet and still you listen to my voice

 

begging me to direct you a little bit more

 

so i explain how my warms lips are ready to explore

 

my wet tongue adds to the juices you already have flowing

 

i am eating you slow genuinely feasting on your soup of lust

 

circular motions on ya **** i know you never felt this and thats y you were about to bust

 

your fingers have found there way back inside of you for a new journey

 

now ya body is getting hot, **** ***** amd this nut you want it

 

chris is going to give it to you

 

back to being the director i put you in school

 

my voice guides you to a unforgettable moment

 

go a lil faster baby on that thing wet ya fingers a lil more

 

i know you already wet so let ya fingers slide ya ****** to the front door

 

loose yaself this last time

 

im ******* ya **** and you are loosing ya mind

 

ya body gets a chill from ya head to ya toes

 

you scream chris and i already know

 

on the phone i read you this *** poetry

 

now dont instantly stop i say carress it to ease

 

still i can hear you breathing heavily

 

you stretch, yawn and say i pushed you to the max

 

because you never had poetic phone ***

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