| Poetry: Lust: Tuesday's Tale (1/1) |
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Does the breathe on your neck
Excite and engorge
Whispering moaning as
Hands will explore
Fumbling first, but then
Self assured. As the mouth
Moves down its journey so sure
Softness and hardness a tactile
Delight. A shared pleasure I’m
Sure that is right.
On through the night the games
Will be played. Numbers are
Mentioned, but always the
Same. Never around
On the day.
Firm and sure against wet
Her denial so false
They like this game
It’s never the same.
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