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Pretending to be your call-girl one night,
I come around, looking just right.
At your front door in my spike healed boots,
Anxious to see if the outfit suits.
Taking time, as if not to tear paper,
You lift my skirt, and then say "wait here."
Turning on the lights of the Christmas tree,
You begin to unwrap the package that is me.
Pushing me towards the window, into the chair,
The cars driving by catching a stare,
You part my legs wide with your knees,
As I arch my back with a need to please.
Tracing the edges of my panties with your nose,
Savoring the fragrance, your eyes gently closed,
You caress the petals with your chin,
As on my mouth there forms a grin.
I sigh as you lick with leisure, my melting cone,
Tasting your favorite flavor, all my own.
You are before me on your knees,
Nibbling at my passion flower, as you tease.
Not content with this petting for long,
You incite a need, the urge too strong.
And like a cat, I can't help but purr in reverie,
As you spread my lips, wet with sweet honey.
Using my fingers I start the flow,
While your watching me put on a show.
To your mouth, I offer up a taste,
And you don't let one drop go to waste.
Whispering, "tell me what you need,"
No more time for play, I plead,
"I will do anything you ask,
Submitting to your hunger is my only task,
For my fantasy, is truly to be,
The one who fulfills all of your fantasies."
6/22/2005 11:06 pm
Awesome talent you have|