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| Black Lace Panties |
I've been thinking of the panties
black silk and lace
softly covering
what lurks beneath
beckoning
calling me
to begin the touching
caressing
moving
slowly massaging
rhythmically rubbing
sliding in
sliding out
groaning crying
grasping pounding
scratching gasping
peaking coming
enflamed with desire
exploding with passion
overwhelmed by your power
and when my heat and imagination calm down
I long for the dream to be real.
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