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Click hereOn a cool April morn,
promising an afternoon warm,
we lie together neath sheet.
One mouth on my neck,
another at my breast,
lips, teeth and tongues so sweet,
Within four limbs,
four hands that carress,
tis my early morning treat.
Purring aloud to nibbles,
louder still to fingers,
in constrained eruptions repeat.
In each hand an organ,
throbbing massive spears,
cupids arrows at my feet.
They pulse, drool and spit,
surrender lubricant,
as I play to male conceit.
I cup, squeeze and tease,
taut testicles produce,
the sperm on which I feed.
Fingers worming into me,
nipples pulled and pinched,
I rise in passions to meet
Clit caught twixt digits,
collared, leashed I strain,
in mentally sparkling defeat.
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