Friday, July 18, 2014

Morning delight

A set of three lips on my face
awakens me from a night of delight
Not one but two we leave a trace
Of decadent pleasures behind
Those of the naughtiest kind
If I had to pick
Interesting trick
Enie meanie minie Mo
I'd select one very slow
But then I liked the fast
She came back to last
Why must I have to make a choice
I want both so have to make a voice
You on my right stay another night
You on my left stay passed the test
So let's play again and again
My lovely bed mates both reign
In my decadent sexual brain

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