Those were the days of slurred speech
Sliding down my thigh
It wasn’t mine
It’s always yours
Solo whipping my whip on your conquest
The rainbow spilled its piquancy
Empty drawers tossed
The salad full of organic ingredients
Conveniently being the spoiler
I provide the conclusion to your every wonder
The energy was so thick
Matching your tongues impressions
Surrendering to your suction
Auctioning a glimpse into our section
All third party invitees VIP
Beginning every finish
The ignition without push to start
Slow crawling... the tease to your covet
They’re all curious to the lesbianism
Literature for their self pleasure
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