Patiently waiting....
For the day we
share the same
intention... One
which gives our
clothes a brief
moment of suspension
we spend your heated
nights voicing our
desires for pelvic
friction but still are yet
to take action like this
satisfaction has a restriction
time spent on the phone
should be time we spend
alone, your moist is self
attended my stiff lackes
its influential moan, the
things I have in mind
with gods hand you couldn't
clone, Ive had so much time
to plan for when we commit
to being grown
Round one....
Should mimic the
pace of a snail's
race.... Gently remove
your clothes growing
eager to stuff my face
my parents never mentioned
sexy ever occupying my
plate I've never felt this
grateful for being blessed
before I ate
All your natural
flavor I'll strive to
extract sensations
waste leaving your
scent on my lips like I
purchased your vaginal
gloss in a form of an oral
paste
Round two....
I'll freestyle depending
on how you move, sometimes
they invite me in others feel
they have something to
prove.... So I'll either spread
you open or be introduce to
your oral groove it don't
make me no difference this
time around its all on you
show me how gifted you
are station me near your
tonsils or smother me with
your flood test my stroke
within your pool
Round three...
We attempt to triple
what you released...
using the saturated
sheets as a judge for
what we need to
exceed.... Once we
meet your peak we
multiply it by three
then I'll dive off the edge
into the ocean you
created beneath
I have a thing
for pleasurable
sweets so it's how
I'll end this meet and
you'll never forget the
day you allowed me to
set you free
Still waiting
(c) 2012 viewtifulink
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