In my own words Would it be wrong? If I called you to me.... Told you how I would open you slowly petal by petal... taking all the time in the world? If I built your desire slowly like a fire stick by stick and watched the color of your sunrise until it was white hot? If I took my time discovering you every inch, curve and crevice... and watched you twist, moan and sigh with desire... If I gently caressed all of you with my fingertips... gliding them across your smooth skin... If I kissed you everywhere... parted you slowly... gently licked your inner thigh... then lifted your simmering mound to my lips and tasted you? IF I then filled you FULL with me... Twisted, thrusted and turned DEEP inside you Until you released.... like a tipped over bucket of paint... overwhelming, flowing...and wonderful Would that be wrong?
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