The clocks tick over.,. disturbing my mind.,. beautiful thoughts tingle my insides, lickable blood line is my desire your one drop takes me deeper.,... higher.
Well warmed the spot that travels you dear.,. moisten the petals thyne lips lustfully shear! Sparkles of pleasure drip and seep.,.come to my bed and under silk sheets you'll creep. Rapture and hunger a frenzy blind.,. his lips his word his handsome neck from which I drink.,.will be mine.
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