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I've been called fresh, and sometimes a tart
Yet, others know me as decadently hot
You coax that out of me, I shed my inhibitions
As I feel fluttering butterflies. Take me...I'm yours
My full top rises and falls when your seeking
Fingers delicately squeeze me there... ever so gently
And I can't help but to stand there quivering...dripping
When I feel the closeness of your hot breath upon me...
Ever ready to devour me, the lust I perceive in your eyes
Frankly, it intimidates me with its intensity. I'm entranced...
I am standing in the eye of the hurricane, and for the life of me
I cannot run, although I know you'll consume me voraciously
I ache to feel my gaping hole - oh so blatantly exposed...
Excruciatingly teased, and circumvented by your seeking tongue
as you avidly lap the cream dripping inexorably down
It's so sweet; it's almost an acquired taste
Go ahead and take all of me; Let us become one. Only then..
Will I truly know your inner depths, which you hide to all
I know that when you're through with me, you will choose another
after all...it is cheaper when you buy us by the dozen
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