Moving your elegant
Beauty
You trigger moans
Those of unfathomable pleasure
You induce tears
Not weeping, not sorrow
But full-hearted loving
On your tender girlish face
Curious eyes, smooth lips
Round shapely hips
Only you, not others
Strike like a wild tiger
In that heaven given Pleasure;
Mates’ paradise
None makes me madder
Than that sweet scented aroma
Kisses, slender feminine fingers
Caressing, Interlocking
With masculine ones
Of I your only lover
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