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RabLani -> A little poem before she sits upon his face... (11/17/2014 6:25:11 AM)
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After he's begged for it, of course...
He begs for me to sit upon his face
I pause and make him beg some more, before
I dain a little closer then to place
My melon orbs for which he groans so sore.
Yet still he pleads for this his greatest grace
And starts to weep as I in smiles ignore
Then close enough for kiss to interlace
With prayers as he continues to implore.
And now I gasp to feel his breath so hot
Against my womanhood like liquid fire
I know it’s time to grant his deep desire
And slowly sink to smother him so not
A sound from muffled mouth his captive tongue
Now finds that it’s for other labour hung.
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