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Jul 2013
I think about my baby
And how she's all alone
The many things I'd do to her
I have to make it known

I'd give her kisses deep and soft
Her tongue will taste so sweet
With my hands on her hips
Our kissing will create a beat

Then clothes will come off
Things will grow in passion
Her body will feel like silk
Her skin better than the highest fashion

She will make me guide her
Right over to our bed
We will lay down and kiss
Make me feel out of my head

I will travel down her belly
Worshipping every inch
She will shiver and she will shake
The sensation making her flinch

As I make my way down
She naturally spreads her legs
I fit right in-between them
This point is when she begs

I kiss the very part of her
That is the most private
Her moans reassure me
That she truly, really loves it

Her **** sounds of pleasure
Make my job so rewarding
I could do this forever
It will never get boring

As I continue my loving
Right on her sweet spot
She moves in sync with me
Giving me all that she's got

I take her to the highest place
I go right along with her
We have a lot of ailments
But we are each other's cure

She explodes and it tastes so good
Her hands are on my head
And she pulls me to her
Heaven is what we have in our
own
little
bed
© Peyton 2013
Emily
Written by
Emily  Austin
(Austin)   
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