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Click hereBefore we take off our clothes,
She is afraid of me, afraid of us,
In the evening light I see her body,
But her desire is bigger than her fear.
My fingers will be inside of her,
Before we take off our clothes,
And she kisses me desperately,
In the evening light I see her body.
Her breasts are like angels,
My fingers will be inside of her,
Her punani, an orchid,
And she kisses me desperately,
She comes when I stroke her,
Her breasts are like angels,
I come with her fingers too,
Her punani, an orchid.
She is afraid of me, of us,
She comes when I stroke her,
But her desire is bigger than her fear,
I come with her fingers too ...
how those fingers manage to penetrate clothing. Is it a skirt? There is too much ambiguity in this attempt to make it a successful work,in my opinion
A rare example of a tasteful erotic poem, no pun intended. Nicely done.