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Taste of the Exotic
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The Passion in my Blood Luscious lips are silently beckoning
Inviting lips of folds so feminine
Supple flesh is so ripe with wanting
Moist, like fruits so rare and enticing.
Tongues are tempted to sample their center
With nectars sweet and tastes unforgettable
Buds that ache need loving attention
Caress with your lips until they surrender.
Juices flow with velvety softness
As your tongue delves deeper to sample its sweetness
Arching closer to the mouth that feeds
Buried deep in the treasures of this woman's heat.
Ravenous now for the feel of release
Down in the zone of her sexual crevice
Busy tongues bring forth the coming of lust
Between legs and thighs, an orgasmic rush.
