Christopher Wellbelove
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Licked

As you licked my finger tip
I was intrigued
As you sucked my finger nice and slow
Bliss evolved a dream
As you chewed upon my ear
For a moment I almost believed
But as I looked into your eyes
Saw what your tongue couldn't hide
I fell asleep

Christopher Wellbelove
2 October 2007

 



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