Slip down,
Slide off,
Fingers press,
Wettest place.
Tongue roams,
From neck,
To breast,
Down smooth
Salty skin,
To warm
Thigh embrace.
Linger there,
A flick,
A suck,
A tremble,
A scream,
She’s ready
To fuck.
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