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FOREPLAY OF SHADOWS rated grownfolk bizness
The shadows provocatively play upon the wall, a gift of candlelight
Playfully they dance from sounds of ecstasy, as if they hear
The melody in a flickering tongue followed by soft kisses and nibbles
Has decibels in their dimension
Look at him gently glide down her neck, as he massages her bosom
Pay close attention...you can see her nipple rise
The shadows hand plays with one, while the tongue challenges with thee other.
So one doesn't get jealous I alternate, getting closer to the doors of freedom
Her shadow sits up slowly, letting down her hair, and straddles my shadow
Attacking me with erotic kisses of want
She puts that part of her lady, on that part of my man and slow dance
The shadow kisses her chest and pulls her hair, as I insure her that bad girls do go to heaven
The moist on my man, can the shadows feel that?
We can't hear them, and they can't see us
So the shadow stands with her still straddled, and spins her one notch above sixty-eight
And takes out their aggression through taste-testing natural nectar...still in position
I walk to the bed and watch the shadow gently lay her down
Push her legs up, and rest them upon shoulders
We watched shadows as I entered her doors of freedom
I see her shadow's foot curl, as I look into her soul with my eyes
In our reality
Scribe M. Linton
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