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Make Love to Me

I Beg of You

By User123Published 6 years ago 1 min read
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Linger with your fingertips

Above the summit of my skin

And hold me there in anguished want

That I may beg you to come in

Deny me the water of my thirst

Which would my mind corrupt

Stay above that threshold yet

That I may beg the complete touch

It crashes now

The threshold breaks

Softly down my neck

Slowly still

The plummet smooth

Above my trembling breast

The climax of his fingers

Tease the swollen peak

And from deep within another plain

The pleasure of it speaks

My body arcs towards him

Like a flower seeks the sun

And to the power of his hands

I willingly succumb

He separates my softer parts

And artfully applies

The circling finger to my flesh

Which triggers me to cry

Hastily I meet his lips

And gently they collide

Our tongues dance with each other

And hold my screams inside

I grab his thighs to pull him in

With a deep and desperate need

He stops me for a moment

And then lets me succeed

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