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Oct 2013
I walk up slow behind you
Place my hands against your hips
Rest my chin upon your shoulder
You turn and kiss my lips.

My hands shift up to clutch your breast
As I tenderly take off your top
My hands shift to your waistline
I feel the button gently pop

Down your thighs your jeans they drift
I peak down at your ****
As your jeans drop to the floor
I kneel and kiss that ****

Standing there before me
In just your ******* and a bra
And this is what I'll tell you
Your the most beautiful sight I ever saw.
Dennis Bielanski
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Dennis Bielanski  Virginia
(Virginia)   
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