tickles

you were all poetry in motion this morning,

a white knight tusselling over white sheets

warm breath and heated eyes,

rough hands and soft lips

you played my soul like a romantic tune

your hands seemed to caress to

it got quite dirty after that,

well, what did you expect when you press the combination

for whore mode to unlock?

wipe that chesire grin off your face with that creamy moustache

and put that meat to work!

 

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