“Baby,” you purred,
as my tongue sang wicked songs
to your wanton shadows,
fingers groping their way inside,
pressing, reaching, thrusting, rubbing
leaving me unable to speak except to repeat,
over and over...via Uncommon Curiosity
as my tongue sang wicked songs
to your wanton shadows,
fingers groping their way inside,
pressing, reaching, thrusting, rubbing
leaving me unable to speak except to repeat,
over and over...via Uncommon Curiosity
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