Thoughts of a Luna Petal 22

You ride my tongue to the rhythm of the rain,

Lips soaked with the cream of your stain,

Hands playing up the curves of your spine

You scream taking hold of the headboard,

Ride is slow, take your time,

I know damn well you can take it,
Shit this what I call Breakfast in Bed, Lord this is amazin’…

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