Brushing back the hair, a gentle touch,
Guiding my gaze, making me lean so much.
Lips close, breath warm, a kiss in sight,
Eager anticipation, eyes shut tight.

But the kiss never arrives as expected,
A tug on my hair, sharp and unexpected.
Bending my knees, sinking down low,
On my knees I kneel, head held up high, you know.

Unzipping your pants, desire in the air,
Reaching a new craving, a hunger to be shared.
My mouth waters, salivating in its plea,
Yearning to be filled, wanting to be set free.

You whisper, "Always wet," a truthful claim,
Your touch alone ignites a fiery flame.

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