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A hot breath upon skin

My back against the wall

I'm pressed in a pin

At Katy Mills Mall



People walk on by

Don't seem to have a care

I'm trapped by this guy

But I'm enjoying this affair



His lips touch my chest

My breath grows slow

I keep calm to my best

So my thrill doesn't show



His eyes look up to mine

I bite my lip a bit

His body begins a decline

My thighs start to split



I look down to see his face

He is licking his lips

I?m watching the surrounding space

He gradually works toward my hips



His fingers lightly touch

Against a wet spot of mine

Him doing as such

Had finished his design



My body grows weak

But he gets up and stops

And used that technique

Then my body drops



His charisma had lurked

And tapped into my thrill

His seduction had worked

I'm in his calling will





Inspired by: My fantasy

Dedicated to: Who ever finds a need for it?

Created on: February 23, 2006 - 21:30