I would be your bed, and be at your beck and call
fulfilling all your fantasies, into me, you'd fall
I'd cradle you so gently, and massage you everywhere
releasing your all your juices, and all your stress, and cares
In splendor we'd heat up the room, and crinkle every sheet
and when we were apart, we'd rejoice, every time we meet
my pillows cradling your face and head, as jasmine scented rests
blending of our fluids as our bodies, orgasmically attest
We'd fall asleep together, and spoon throughout the night
and in the morning waking, to unimaginable delights
my hands as silken sheets caressing, exciting every nerve
giving you the all pleasures, and climaxes you deserve
May 3, 2017
May 3, 2017 at 11:47 AM UTC
I would be your bed, and be at your beck and call
fulfilling all your fantasies, into me, you'd fall
I'd cradle you so gently, and massage you everywhere
releasing your all your juices, and all your stress, and cares
In splendor we'd heat up the room, and crinkle every sheet
and when we were apart, we'd rejoice, every time we meet
my pillows cradling your face and head, as jasmine scented rests
blending of our fluids as our bodies, orgasmically attest
We'd fall asleep together, and spoon throughout the night
and in the morning waking, to unimaginable delights
my hands as silken sheets caressing, exciting every nerve
giving you the all pleasures, and climaxes you deserve
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