Her Morning Release

  As you lay there with parted legs, I touch your flower for a taste.    The sweet nectar coats my tongue, Your heady aroma urges me on.   With circular motion my finger awakens, The man in the boat standing at attention.   Waking at the touch of my tongue, I part the pink swollen lips.   Finding the spot that makes you quiver, You awaken at this delightful pleasure.   Taking

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