Dance your clit around my tongue, I dare you. Feel the silent music, unheard, but felt only between your legs. Create a wetness I will taste, as the finest wine upon the vine of joy. Grapes of lust, last only, for a day. Your scent becomes a way of life. Feed me your juices, I shall live. I will drink the wonders of your essence. My tongue will be made whole.
Dance your clit around my lust, I challenge you. Feel the music alive, aware, but felt only between your sweet lips. Create a juice I will lick, as the finest wine upon the vine of joy. Grapes of lust, last only, for a day. Your scent becomes a way of life. Feed me your juices, I shall live. I will drink the wonders of your scent. My tongue will be made complete.
Dance your clit around my tongue, I beg you. Feel the music to be, unspoken, but felt only between your sensuality. Create a juice I will drink, as the finest wine upon the vine of joy. Grapes of lust, last only, for a day. Your scent becomes a way of life. Feed me your juices, I shall live. I will drink the wonders of your being. My tongue will be made final.
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