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Wicked Turned On A Poem
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Wicked Turned On A Poem He said I was all smiley. As I looked at him. He knew what I wanted. It was apparent. I made gliding touches Across his hands And then I worked My way to his shirt To his furry chest. I let out a little mmmmm Indicating my arousal. I really could not help it. I once asked him What he thought about This habit of mine He said it meant He was doing Something right. How correct he was! How indicative of my Needs and wants! It is an indication That I am Wicked turned on! My smiley face My affectionate touches My little murmurs. It all adds up To being Wicked turned on! Independently Romantic Sounds Better Than Lonely |
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You know what I mean? Independently Romantic Sounds Better Than Lonely
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Yes i Do
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Run your hands all over my furry chest Play with my small bar nipple send your hand down under my shorts Feel me grow to my fullest in your hand To rise and be throbbing wit each stroke Undress me to see what you want And now enjoy yourliving you Tell the end
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erotically charged poem, nice.
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