sips me like tea,
my perfumed floral sweetness
noted by with hints of peach, exclusively mixed
infused by my own vanilla and chocolatey breeze.
his promises, to devour my nectar in sips.
as he makes long sexy sighs, with each inhaled whiff.
My neck and shoulder,
to heaving double D’s,
down my abdomen and hips,
as my knees, go weak.
in a whiff teasing quest,
toward the inner thigh,
near the treasured center,
of my medley’s, zest.
He loves the scent of me,
he says it’s his,
as he kisses every revealed inch,
seductively, calling it
Showing so much famine as well a stand,
stroking a powerful stiffness,
with the freeness of one hand.
Sipping the fruit induced mimosa, crown rub’s paradise’s quiver, as returning sips repeat, to my
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