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    Sex

    I long to make, love to you
    Feel your hands caress me to
    Up and down my body they will go
    Moving oh so very slow
    Softly moving along my sides
    Across to my back and then my neck
    Causing me to shudder inside
    I want to feel your lips on my skin
    Giving me butterfly kisses again
    On my neck, and on my earlobes
    Moving slowly down to my
    Erogenous zones
    Stopping oh to play with my breasts
    I will have a hard time
    Catching my breathe
    Running your tongue around my naval
    Making me anticipate where you might go
    Makes me want to lose control
    You take your time going from
    One area to another
    Making me wonder,
    Is it this way or another

    Finally making your way to my rose
    Dancing there for a while with your nose
    Blowing little kisses my way
    Making me long to have you all the way
    You tease, you play
    You make me want more
    I can hardly wait
    For what is in store
    You lick, you flick
    You perse your lips
    A trumpet you play
    On my hips
    This makes me sing
    A beautiful song
    Oh how I want to sing it
    All the day long

    Not once, not twice
    But many times more
    You’ll bring to
    Heavens door
    I’ve been told
    That sex is not a race
    To get this desired affect
    You must slow your pace
    If you do this
    You will see
    A mind blowing experience
    Is what it will be

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    Poetry is finer and more philosophical than history; for poetry expresses the universal, and history only the particular.

    Aristotle (384 BC-322 BC) Greek philosopher.

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