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Nov 2019
Do mine paint a picture
Come on your thinking something
I can tell by how you sit there
Still sitting with a blank stare
You won’t say it but your face
Says it all you wonder will they go there
I say what and you smile then open
Your mouth and ask will they go
There ! Confused I ask where ? You smile
And tell me I got the lips for it, for what ?
To my door you say as you move your hips and open your legs still watching my lips
Nervously I ask what to do you say
Take me there I say how you tell
Me it’s like a tootsie pop lick
Your way to the center as I go you
Moan and scream as you grasp my
Head clinching tighter begging and
Screaming don’t stop as you teach me
How to love your body soon
You start squirming but won’t let go
Then outta nowhere you feel a shake
Just before it finally
Gets there you wake up and see your were daydreaming I still see your lusting for these lips but I think I should leave I go for the door
You say stay the night please
I need to feel them lips I between my hips
Now it four in the morning and your still lying their moaning
Written by
Dom McDo  26/M/Chicago
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