| Sensuality |
| Carefully tip toe stealing, breathing softly as we may, Don't say much; but slowly and carefully feel your way. Your hands were made to use; her rounded form was made for hands and lips. The final act of love's drama, man and woman in mutual orgasm, in Love's embrace. Like a banquet served on bare boards, no light, heat, china, linen, sliver or conversation. Kiss without shame, for she desires it, lips, tounge, neck, and if these be dry, stray lower where the pleasant fountains lie. |
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