Tease me gently...
Take control...
Please be wicked...
Corrupt my soul...
Rake my skin...
With nails long...
Play my skin flute...
You know the song...
Pleasure comes...
And then it goes...
Can it last the night...
Until the dawn glows?
Come to me...
And do submit...
Upon my face...
I bid you sit...
The taste of you...
Is my desire...
Your heated sex...
Is liquid fire...
Now on your knees...
And I behind...
Let me in...
We’ll do the grind...
I’m getting close...
And grasp your waist...
Yet you beg me stop...
For you want a taste...
I see you now...
Eyes fixed to me...
Completion comes...
To set me free...
Phoebus
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