He says he wants
To get lost in me…
Freeze up and
Defrost in me…
He says he wants
To get addicted…
He doesn’t know
My skills are wicked…
Having his whole
Being shifted…
Getting to know
The meaning of afflicted…
When he can’t
Kiss my luscious lips…
When he can’t
Caress my thick hips…
He’s shaking
Catching fits…
From the waves
Of pleasure hits…
That I distribute
To his every cell…
Making his
Loins swell…
His heart
Palpitating…
Our bodies
Calibrating…
For the finale
Rolling slow…
The ultimate climax
A hot lava flow
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