Although every night of mine
pass in dreams of yours,
counting the moles I seen
on your back,
Viewing the temptations of yours,
The way you kissed me,
The way you gripped me,
The way you bitten me,
Your those sensuous look
still alive in me,
Memories of your being under me,
Riding of me on your beautiful limb,
Squeezing of bosoms,
Running fingers on your belly,
Playing with navel,
Rubbing your grassy landscape,
Titillating of clit,
Squeezing of twat,
And then mounting on you
with incessant strokes,
Moaning of yours, calling me frantically,
Screwing of yours and calling your name,
and cumming of ours in sync profusely,
are still afresh in my mind.
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