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Nov 2014
His tongue sang beautiful melodies
That sent chills down my spine.
His tongue also turned on me
When I was off.
Just like a baby asking for milk
He licked me with pleasure,
And never wanted to stop
Wooing my body into divine seduction.
******* till my breast were chewy.
His tongue was my therapy.
I was always satisfied.
His tongue was midnight my memory
He was my fantasy.
Lucia Domingos Fula
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Lucia Domingos Fula  London
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