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Pleasure in Love

My fingers are soft and genuine
Rolling, rolling down your spine
Down to muscular mounds so fair
I love you, so your mine
My lips are as sweet as honeycombs
Brushing past your cheek
Then going down to places too true
Singing you softly to sleep
My tongue is that of pleasure
A feeling so unique
I'll glide it down your body
Till your muscles go weak
My body is a temple
Built pure and strong
Only certain may enter
Only certain belong
And if you say you love me
May you mean it too
Then the floodgates will open
And one will become two

By: The Lovely Erin Kennedy
All Rights Reserved, 1999.

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