Oh, these areas you possess.
I love to stimulate them.
To kiss them, to caress them,
to taste them.
Inside the wrist, skin so tender.
Behind the knees,
you pulse, I feel quicken.
Your nipples, standing tall,
begging my affection.
My hot breath on your neck,
shivers down your spine.
Your hands, so soft,
ones that give such care,
of comfort and love.
Your lips, tender and moist,
I take...
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