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Pleasure Master |
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Sitting, quiet, contemplating, Fingers with mind of their own, Start to wander over body, Burning flesh o'er where they roam. |
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Erotic visions, nightly spirit, My Pleasure Master, passions fire, Gives me pleasure like no other, Fills my body deep desire. |
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Ghostly whispers make me shudder, Flesh now tingles, breath comes quick, Imagined memories, deep inside me, Master, knows just how I tick.. |
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Nothing plastic, not this evening, Feeling only warmth of skin, Lips now parted swollen wetness, Fingers delve now deep within. |
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Moving slowly, getting wetter, Moisture runs down, lubricates, Finger probes at yearning entrance, Deeply enters, body aches. |
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Now in tandem, moving rhythm, Rising tide, orgasms wave, Brow is beaded, perspiration, On the edge of what I crave. |
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Faster moving, deeply thrusting, Biting lip, cry out, release, Waves of pleasure crash upon me, Orgasmic fountain brings me peace.. |
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Copyright Dreambeliever 2001 |
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