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sitting across from him and looking in his eyes
i wonder if he knows how hard it is for me to pretend
i lower my eys so he won't see the hunger
i have for him
salacious thoughts invade my mind
reminding me how good it feels
to have him in between my legs
makes me hot all over
he asks if i am hot because my face looks flushed
i smile and say
"it is a little warm in here"
he is smiling a little too knowingly
like he already knows
what i am thinking and feeling.
dinner done he askes if i would care for dessert
what the hell..
i lean over and say
"only if you're on the menu"
he smiles and says
"i can be"
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what the hell... when i think of dessert i think of a ripe, juicy georgia peach this peach has smooth soft caramel skin so sweet and sticky i have to lick every finger. i smell the sweetness, bite, nibble, push my way to the core. always wanting more... ta bien elle
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