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Hunger bites down
Deep inside
When you sigh and smile
Into my eyes
You take my mouth
In a pirate kiss
And breathe so softly
“Baby, this…”
I understand now
As you take
The kind of lust
That can’t be slaked
So bend me over
Have what’s yours
And tomorrow, Gorgeous,
It’s my turn.


Erotic Passages Copyright © 2015 by Felicity Johns. All Rights Reserved.


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