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i talk......u moan
She seizeth on his sweating palm,The precedent of pith and livelihood,And, trembling in her passion, calls it balm,Earth's sovereign salve to do a goddess good;Being so enraged, desire doth lend her force.Courageously to pluck him from his horse.Over one arm, the lusty courser's rein,Under her other was the throbbing boy,Who blush'd and pouted with exquisite pleasure,With leaden appetite, unapt to toy;She red and hot as coals of glowing fire,He red for shame, but frosty in desire.So soon was she along as he was down,Backward she push'd him, as she would be thrust,Guidin' him to her warm and tender spread,Shuddering she did, in pleasure and ecstasy,On she rode, glistenin' with sweat.
Have u ever dippedA small fork into aPlate of chocolate.Can u imaginehow soft and tender it feelsTo the touch of the fork.It's like rubbingSkin against skin,flesh against flesh,softness matching hardness,I look @ u,yet not into ur eyes,I looked @ u,yet not @ ur chest,ur velvety lips,voluptuous breasts,satisfy me not,I look,oh yeah, I do,to that longing in ur heart,which crieth,day by day,moment by moment,of love, passion, and desire.Would u trust me,Casanova, to make u feelthe way u wanna feel?
She seizeth on his sweating palm,The precedent of pith and livelihood,And, trembling in her passion, calls it balm,Earth's sovereign salve to do a goddess good;Being so enraged, desire doth lend her force.Courageously to pluck him from his horse.Over one arm, the lusty courser's rein,Under her other was the throbbing boy,Who blush'd and pouted with exquisite pleasure,With leaden appetite, unapt to toy;She red and hot as coals of glowing fire,He red for shame, but frosty in desire.So soon was she along as he was down,Backward she push'd him, as she would be thrust,Guidin' him to her warm and tender spread,Shuddering she did, in pleasure and ecstasy,On she rode, glistenin' with sweat.
Have u ever dippedA small fork into aPlate of chocolate.Can u imaginehow soft and tender it feelsTo the touch of the fork.It's like rubbingSkin against skin,flesh against flesh,softness matching hardness,I look @ u,yet not into ur eyes,I looked @ u,yet not @ ur chest,ur velvety lips,voluptuous breasts,satisfy me not,I look,oh yeah, I do,to that longing in ur heart,which crieth,day by day,moment by moment,of love, passion, and desire.Would u trust me,Casanova, to make u feelthe way u wanna feel?
