Poem.
I feel him grip my thighs
His strong hands spreading them wide
I pant as I stare with passion into his lust filled eyes
No better feeling than watching him rise
Breathing heavily at the way our bodies colide
Touching ,kissing,doing what grown folks do
Becareful that’s how you create little ones uh huh very true!
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