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Apr 2010
The sun is down in bed we lay
I was supposed to go home but it got to late
Watching a movie with her head on my shoulder
I love the texture of your skin is what i told her
Periodically in each others eyes we would stare
No ****** activity but of course it was there
Slowly i begin to kiss her lips
The touch of a woman's lips i missed
With my hand her body i begin to travel
And from her ******* to her bra i begin to unravel
My lips begin to make way to her neck
Now with one hand i caress her breast
From her neck,to her breast,from her breast to her navel
And I'm so close to the perfect label
My tongue slowly trace further down
A real wet ***** is what i found
As juice flow i accept each one
If i had it my way i would feast to the rising of the sun
My tongue vibrating on her ****
Moans escape her and I'm loving that ****
Her body is moving and my hair she grabs
Pulling it as if  she was in a fight and was mad
Snatching my head from left to right
I surprise her as her ***** and my **** begin to fight
Slowing down i can feel her release
Once,twice,and it is all for me
But i did not stop on her body i still move
her hands caressing my back keeps me in the mood
At this moment nothing in this world exist
Problems and frustrations when i made her *** she dismissed
In my head she is already mine
We made love during bedtime
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