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Sep 2014
The taste buds on my tongue touches her skin and tastes her flesh
Every inch of her body succumbs to its strokes and its flicks
I paint a picture that cant be seen only felt
By her
First I outline her frame sending chills down her middle
I then run my tongue  along her spine  from the top of her *** to the tip of her ear; I linger breathing heavily onto her neck
Her legs begin to shake
My body thrusts against hers, her fingers wrestles in search of mine
Our lips lock
I flip her over; face to face
Eyes seeking, souls reached
But my painting is not yet complete
I trace her ******* with the tip creating perfect circles around her *******
Spell my name on her stomach as I lick my way down
Her back arches
My fingers pinch at  her nips as my tongue clashes with her ****
She moans
My tongue dips inside gathering more of her paint to finish my masterpiece
Then as her toes curl and nails dig in my back, it spills all over me
Her wetness drips down my lips and lingers on my chin
She's left  speechless, gasping for air
She pulls me up and kisses me
We lay intertwined, two souls one body
A perfect canvas of our love
*** is art, not an act. read slowly
AJ
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AJ  Oklahoma City
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