Pleasure You
I aim to pleasure you with
each kiss and leave you
the memories of my licks.
I'll aim to please you slowly
and surely I'll tease you
physically. With the motions
from my hip I'll tickle the
senses of your brain, move
the blood throughout your
vain and make this moment
feel insane.
Pleasure you, I'll make you
breathe breathlessly and
after you'll sleep immensely.
To see the look in your eyes
as my mysterious fingers
wonder over the details of
your skin, hoping to excite
the romance of your
imagination and if the magic
of my pleasure pleases and
leaves you renewed then the
mission in me will be complete.
Copyright © Andrew Vassell | Year Posted 2012
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