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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