Her soft red lips, her sweetest kiss
Her smell of aphrodisiacs.
Her gorgeous hair falling in rings
I cannot fight the urge to hold her,
To kiss her, to touch her.
I need her.
A silver ring lies on her finger
A perfect smile falls on her lips…
I hunger for her constantly,
Her scent leaves me in pain
Sweet orgasmic innocence prevails…
Oh darling girl I surely need you…
What would I not do for a sweet kiss.
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