...i flicker my petals, now damp and tight, my coffee is done...the timing is right.
i think of you down between my thighs, i dream of your moist, precious eyes.
you are so young and so daring yet, i stroke your mound like a private pet.
a woman, a girl, a fantasy....i may not have you, but i sure can dream.
--by Alexandra Eames
Aug 3, 2020
Aug 3, 2020 at 11:12 AM UTC
...i flicker my petals, now damp and tight, my coffee is done...the timing is right.
i think of you down between my thighs, i dream of your moist, precious eyes.
you are so young and so daring yet, i stroke your mound like a private pet.
a woman, a girl, a fantasy....i may not have you, but i sure can dream.
--by Alexandra Eames
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