Erotic PoetryEros GripWe dance a dance that never grows old
Pulses race, as our body heat rises
The magic I find in labial fold
My throbbing member, grows several sizes
Pulses race, as our body heat rises
I kiss you softly on your breast
My throbbing member grows several sizes
Sexual energy our minds infest
I kiss you softly on your breast
A deep moan escapes your lips
Sexual energy our minds infest
My roaming hands trace your hips
A deep moan escapes your lips
My fingers part your womanhood
My roaming hands trace your hips
I find that spot that feels so good
My fingers part your womanhood
From your pussy the juices drip
I find that spot that feels so good
We are lost in Eros grip
From your pussy the juices drip
I bite your nipple as you explode
We are lost in Eros grip
Slowly you return from heights untold
I bite your nipple as you explode
We dance a dance that never grows old
Slowly you return from heights untold
The magic I find in labial fold
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