I know where to touch you As fingers incite follicles And warm sweet breath invites a tender kiss. And so familiar is this place where, moist and musky, you succumb eyes closed so you won’t see my face. How dangerous to meet your eyes And shiver when they touch that place. Oh yes, I could [...]
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