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Click hereIn the realm of passion I shall start,
A burning desire within the heart.
To yearn for his presence, all day long,
A need for his pleasure, wild and strong.
Engulfed in enthusiasm, let it rise,
Through passion's fire, a genuine prize.
Position holds its own grand acclaim,
Kneeling before him, in body and name.
Bowing down to serve, to submit,
An act of devotion, power to emit.
A trust, a union, where love is found,
In honoring the one who's always around.
On bended knees, take his manhood in hand,
Caress it gently, like delicate sand.
Avoid the teeth, a tender approach,
Look into his eyes, ignite the coach.
Lick up and down, his shaft of desire,
No omission or neglect, fuel the fire.
Explore his pleasure, expand the delight,
With a gentle touch, awaken the night.
A finger, perhaps, upon his sweet spot,
Intensifying pleasure, forgetting them not.
In the realm of pleasure, together you dwell,
An incredible sensation, as waves swell.
Climax approaches, the pinnacle near,
His offering of love, in pleasure clear.
A gift of lust, his cum bestowed,
How to treat it, a choice to be showed.
To spit, to swallow, or let it grace,
All ways fine if done with love's embrace.
If swallowing is your chosen delight,
Close your eyes, savor the night.
Gulp it down, with a contented sound,
Lick your lips, in bliss profound.
Look up, smile, taste upon your breath,
Express his goodness, in the face of death.