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Jan 1
A goddess lay resting one cold winter night
In a soft bed of jasmine she sighed with delight
Warm in her blankets with dreams in her eyes
Sleeping for beauty and gaining her prize
Well after dawn she woke from her slumber
She rolled to her side and she trembled like thunder

Deep down inside, a familiar sensation
A twitch in her *****, in need of attention
Smooth slender fingers traversing her chest
Stroking her belly and squeezing a breast
Cupping herself, her hand overflowed
Gifts to mankind, from heaven bestowed

Massaging her mountains of honey and butter
The touch of the skin sent her body aflutter
She reached for a ****** with finger and thumb
Felt something tingle, and started to hum
Her heart beating faster, her breath now increased
She twisted her torso in need of release

Like greek alabaster, a pillar of marble
A temple of flesh we can worship and marvel
The priestess lay back and explored with her hands
A summons to action, her wetness commands
Caressing her lips and primed to explode . . .
... But I'll need a few minutes to finish this ode
King of Limericks
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