Ten Toes Up

Ten toes up,
Ten toes down,
Nipple to Nipple
Mound to Mound

Lips caressing without a sound
tongues dueling, passions on the rise.
Fingers tracing circles of love
hips mowing with uncontrolled love.

More is needed by me,
So switch ends my love, so 
that the lips of your face kiss
the lips of my nether.

Your touch is light as a feather
as your lips and tongue 
provide me so much pleasure
treating and tasting my moist nether.

My climax is near, as I hope yours is dear
Over the top, Oh God, here I go,
Lighting, and fireworks fill my head.
My love for you makes my heart glow.

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D.D.
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