Slippery like satin;
Slick as wet glass;
Oiled and gleaming;
Inciting soft gasps.
Slide over tanlines;
And slip into damp;
Lubricating nature;
Enticed like a vamp.
Hot, moist and wet;
Stiffens your hope;
Of your own lotion;
On slippery slopes.
Now nothing stops;
Any portion gliding;
So over both poles;
Breathlessly sliding;
Slipping and sliding;
On oily warm skin;
A sensual moment;
To beckon you in...
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