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I am so tired, wink meOf hurting,Of looking,Of longing,Of this trying that insists,Of waiting,Of aching,Of wanting to get Oral,Of kissntaste at Of my way all way.
First date would be for coffee or drinks...If everything works well for both of us...Pretending to be my honeygirl every night,I come around looking just right,To the front door in my boots,Anxious to see if the outfit suits.Down before me then you drop,All hurriedness seems to stop,Tracing edges with your nose,Savoring fragrance, eyes sweetly closed.Fingers used to stir the flow,Knowing you like feeling the show,As to your smokefree rose mouth,I offer a sweet taste,Not one drop let go to waste.Slowly trace, along your crevice slide,But do not spread your open wide.First press yourself against me gently,Listen for a sign of entry.I will tell you when it’s time,With the rhythm of my InDian rhyme.Until then linger without a sound.