You pin my hands down next to my thighs
and speak poems
to my epicenter of lust
with the tip of your tongue
little earthquakes travel through my body
and all the goddesses of pleasure
are belting arias in my mind
You pin my hands down next to my thighs
and speak poems
to my epicenter of lust
with the tip of your tongue
little earthquakes travel through my body
and all the goddesses of pleasure
are belting arias in my mind
❤️
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