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    my blood boils as you touch my skin
    your fingers trailing under my dress
    you begin kissing me passionately
    pulling me to you making my hair a mess
    slowly we discard our clothing
    throwing it on the floor
    massaging me with your fingers
    til i can not take it anymore
    im thrown upon the bed
    as you ready yourself to enter me
    then the waves of extasy begin
    and i begin whimpering
    we roll over, i climb on top
    gliding up and down on your pole
    i feel you deep inside me
    as if a part of my soul
    the air gets thick and hot
    as the temperature begins to rise
    we cum with each other
    making our spirits fly

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    Nadia1986 commented on sex

    07-07-2009

    Nice work it talks about what people want and think about when they are getting down and dirty.

    ladypoet commented on sex

    06-03-2009

    Cool, very detailed I see lol. I'm sure this is a lot of peoples fantasies as well as realities. Nice.. God bless -Lady P.

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