Why do grown women try to relock their chastity belt and leave the key under the door mat? Play hard to get if you wanna.
My impassioned lover
Come here,
Let me taste
The sweetness of your nectar
Silken honey secreted on my lips
I’ve been wandering in the wilderness
Famished from a long journey
Your sustenance is needed
Passion locked inside
Waiting for release
Let your desire flow
Free like a parolee’s ambition
I have keys large and small
Ice to chill
As condensation expands
Tight mechanisms
Friction gives way to an opposite thrill
A chink in the lock
Gives me a chance
To push further
Refrain if you can
I want you to hold it
In the end
You will have
An orgasmic revelation
Your freak by day
And even worse through the night
Your own personal rainbow party
Adding colors to your flavor
Like a sexy fruit cocktail
Bobbing for cherry
In a syrup covered peach
So damn delicious
Parched lips revived
Cunningly touching grooves
The tumbler moves
Putting you in the mood
And when you have had enough
Of playing hard to please
I will suck a kiss from you
Buckling your knees
Now the universal key
Can be used for breaking and entering
Hitting spots so deep
You’ll never lock
Another door again
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