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Jul 2018
She has this way to her that makes me snarl ,when she laughs
The kiddish manners just ***** every juices accumulated
Her laugh make me gag..but yet I smurk
Not because of her outer beauty

This lady, well defined by her grace
Painted nails and curvy hips
She kisses my neck , I quiver
She desires to intimately be embraced by me
Gentle strokes,I Submit

She use her lips to control my hips
*** ...this immaculate yet unexplainable trance
She take control as I beg for more
She could be a keeper

Lips pressed against my breast
Make love softly till I rest
i steer clear from this word love
as if i never felt your static touch
Written by
Matadi  F/Tallahassee, FL
(F/Tallahassee, FL)   
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