A Fantasy Comes True

   Your taste, I want to savior on my tongue.

   Soon, I will show you, what I want,

   Soon, I wiil do too you, what I want.

   To lick you clean, from top to bottom,

   And back again, as many times as deemed needed.

   And, I will then to relish your sighs,

   Of lust, of desire, combined to make.

   The urge very, very hard to resist.

   And, a woman's touch can't be compared, nothing can.

   For it is not the same, each time.

   Your impulsiveness is quite unique.

   From the oral stimulation of my lips,

   I received, by your own devilish ones.

   I run my fingers through your hair.

   You asked to wait, then come as One

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