My hands
glide over her curves
And
contours in a sensual exploration
Of the
silken landscape
Her flesh
tingles at my touch
Breathe
starting to pant
Her nipples
swell in arousal
Standing in
sharp relief
I feel the
glow of passion swell in me
And with
nimble fingers
I explore
her seat of musk
Then like a
bee would visit a dewy rose
I sip nectar
from her moist blossom
Drinking
deeply of her labial delights
Before
entering her portal of ecstasy
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