| A look of pure delight And an evil grin Are what I see When we begin Tracing fingers on wanting skin Let's play toward that fun little sin You know the one I mean my sweet When kisses and fervor make a treat I watch you squirm with a flick of my tongue Quiet now, don't wake the sun Night is better for our little event By morning light you will be spent How evil do I dare to be? Tickling your.... No that'd be mean.... |
| Sinful Delight |
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