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I Could Taste Her,

Scent. 

Through moist lace, and silk.

Where I’d gently.....

Nibbled, and probed.

Her thighs still hot,

from my touch!

As her mons, rested on my chin.

My ears, were full of flesh.

And I heard not,

those satisfying sighs.

But felt her arch, 

and quiver.....

in her passion.

And ......It made me smile.

Giajl © Jim Love