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Feasting At Our Festival A Poem
Feasting At Our Festival A Poem He puts me in my place. The place I want be. In front of him Lying naked Waiting on the bed. His eyes peruse me Feasting practically Making us both Wet our lips simultaneously. His naked body Giving my eyes Their own feast. How I long to sink my teeth Into parts of him. Ha! Okay, I will be gentler And just nibble a bit. Mmmmm we murmur in unison As he leans forward And our lips meet His body pressing into mine. Ah! Finally! Now we can begin! On to more moans More kisses, More touches And caresses. We are feasting What a festival! We are celebrating! It's just our ability To be sexual! Independently Romantic Sounds Better Than Lonely |
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How nice to think of such a pleasurable act. Independently Romantic Sounds Better Than Lonely
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Words fail me on this one, for once. Yes, my thoughts are racing for sure. Sharing bodies, breakfast and lunch. Licking and lapping, this joy is pure.
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