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By Jimbob1

(c) April 24, 2010

As I sit thinking about you today

I think of games that we could play

I think of you as a woman of fashion

Fashion built on your need for passion

Spin the bottle, or it could be worse

Pretend I’m the doctor, you the nurse

Or maybe we could play house, of course

I’ll show you mine if you’ll show me yours

Whatever the game that we chose to play

Being with you would just make my day

I’d brush my hot lips along your sweet neck

A move that is bound to turn you to a wreck

My arms I would wrap you up, all around

And press up tightly against your sweet mound

Gentle caresses send shivers and chills

Getting you ready for a new round of thrills

Together we are wrapped in a sweet embrace

The scent of your sex I’m sure I can taste

My fingers play down the front of your pants

You wriggle and sway in a sweet sexy dance

I find short curly hair so tangled and moist

My fingers tremble and then they rejoice

Followed little happy trail on a downward trip

And into your sex nest they gently do slip

You legs are shaking, your thighs fully spread

My fingers plunge deep into lips pink and red

Hips are thrust forward you in a slight squat

Allowing full access to your quivering slot

As into your love tunnel my fingers do slip

You respond with sex muscles with a firm grip

You manage to wriggle and slip out of your pants

And pull me down on the bed to start a hot dance

I lick my way up along your smooth inner thighs

From deep in your throat come moans and sighs

There at your sex nest my manhood is poked

You open your thighs, your sex fire is stoked

Around my hips legs are wrapped and it is very plain

As you rise up to meet each thrust again and again

The unquenched flame of your passionate fire

Drives us on as together we climb higher and higher

Together we maintain a hard steady beat

Sex tunnel pounded – for you a real treat

As I drive hard and deep, your nest I do strum

You feel love nectar boil as you’re ready to cum

Pressure is building for each of our loads

And then as on cue our love nectar explodes

Drunk on hot sex far better than booze

From you sweet tunnel, mixed love juices ooze

We hug and we cuddle and bask in afterglow

Re-charge the batteries for repeat don’t you know