Sweet at the tip

Then flavour slides

Take another sip

Sour at the sides

Swilling around

Taste starts 

To lack

Now all

That's left

Is bitter

At the

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I look on as your clothes slowly glide to the floor.
The tempatation is strong to tightly hold you,
but I want to caress and stroke you
lightly and softly until you melt under my fingers.

A gentle touch around your soft firm breasts.
My mind becomes a peaceful haven 
where only thoughts of affection reside.

My tongue slides gently around you hardened nipple
and I hear a soft groan.

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