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Tongue’s
Touch…
My
tongue's touch is like a butterfly
Landing
softly upon your love
Sucking
all your nectar
Until
your mind is lost
Your
body is now under my control
Your
thoughts will be of nothing else
But receiving hours of blissful pleasure
Cast
your eyes to where the night should begin
Your
eyes stop on your freshly shaved bush garden
My
tongue will be happy to oblige your every wish
Until
morning and you come together.
Dean Jean-Pierre
4:05 morning is coming
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