Monday, March 17, 2008

He held me cradled in his arms.
He called me baby girl.
He whispered sweet, wonderful things into my ear,
As his fingers strummed perfect circles
On my quivering, wanting clit,
The torture became divine
As I came from his ministrations.
Wetting the silky panties,
That denied my wanting clit
The heated touch of his velvet skin.

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