I slowly tranverse...
Your soft smooth skin...
Some would call it perverse...
To a private place...
The I love to be...
The taste the reaction...
Is heaven to me...
Your pleasure is mine...
When you take me in hand...
And then have your taste...
And we have a meaningful...
Private discussion...
Without any words...
That says oh so much...
About mutual pleasure...
Sensation and taste...
You are so good...
Not a drop goes to waste...
The view from down here...
Is one I adore...
And all that I ask....
Is that we do it some more...
Phoebus
©10/7/02
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