Remembering my baby as he was
Reaching six levels of pleasure
The breaching pressure
Bring nothing but silence
The shivering body
The quivering lips
The touch becomes addictive
Finger tips going across my face, neck and chest
Sets my body on fire
Fulfilling every part of my desire
Who knew a cold room could get so hot
Just my luck I'm here and he's not
Shucks !!
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