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                   I could tell, you were Spoiled Rotten

                   From our conversation

                   And the fact that you're an only child

                   But I had to have you either way

                   Any way



                   Not only were you the woman

                   Of my dreams - but you were picture perfect

                   Coca-Cola could not design nor fashion

                   A better bottle

                   When we're together

                   I could not help, but to notice

                   The trail of drool lingering behind

                   From the other men gawking

                   Or the jealousy of other women

                   Pretending not to look

                   As they were walking



                   So when that moment came

                   I took you to my room

                   Started to fulfill your request

                   For a massage - then

                   I convinced you, that the

                   Sensual-Healing Heated touch

                   From my fingers - would

                   Be better felt if you were to undress



                   You agreed whole heartedly and

                   Asked me to do the honors - I was all

                   Too happy to comply



                   This being our first sexual interlude

                   And me not knowing if I would

                   Ever see you again, after this night

                   Wanting so intensely

                   To taste your nectar - knowing

                   No other could give a better

                   Tongue lashing than I



                   I said to myself

                   "I'm going to eat this pussy like a real meal"

                   After kissing, licking, and tasting your

                   Entire body - haven made my way

                   To your honey pot - Damn !!!

                   Did I hit the spot

                   Gyration motion control

                   Was in order, as you grasped my head

                   With your hands and thighs

                   Screaming, "I'm cumming, I'm cumming!"

                   I said to myself

                   With abated breath, "Well cum already"

                   A wise man once said

                   "Be careful of what you ask for"



                   The Climax

                   Was reached, your cum gushing forth

                   Like water from a broken main pipe

                   And me - determined not to spill a drop

                   As if I were in a beer-drinking contest

                   Guzzled and

                   Swallowed Whole