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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago
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What sad mapper would use poetry....
The passion, venom heat does sear, course through veins as you draw near. The moonlight reflected in mischievous eye, your lips curled red release a sigh. Your perfumed notes of stories told, your dancing hair, your stance so bold. You're top to tail a marvellous thing, come take my hand, tonight we'll swing
Your thighs afire, your back arched fair, I hunger for your taste so rare. The breeze it stirs your nipples taught and in your passion all get caught. Your skin as soft as butter milk, cross womanhood tongue slides like silk. Your smile, your eyes of promise bring, come take my hand tonight we'll swing
The sweetness of your hidden deep, your whispered breath sets heart to leap. The turning of the sun can't hide, the passion hidden deep inside. Your symphony of breathless sighs, make fools of those we once thought wise. Your falling tress, cause heart to sing, come take my hand, tonight we'll swing
Wicked smile you glance at me, I bow my head, I'm all you see, your curves your smile delight my eyes, I yearn for hidden delights between your thighs, these are my words its not all I bring, come take my hand, tonight we'll swing
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