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Hand-Stitched Black Lace
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A Soldier's Lullaby Beautiful sexy baby, as lovely you are to me,
Such an incredible lady, yes you are so indeed,
A seductive goodness as you walk out the shower
Sweating from steam, got me praying for power.
Your legs are smooth as silk and shaved,
God put his effort in it when you were made.
What a temptress to feel your thigh, words unsaid,
Placing your feet on the edge of my side of the bed;
I can smell the lovely Victoria’s Secret Very Sexy Dare,
Before you look at me, drop the robe, smiling so fair.
Your body comes only one of its kind,
Because a woman that phenomenal is hard to find.
…and what one thing about you I love the most,
Is you are finally wearing hand-stitched black lace;
…and the only one that bought you those,
Uniquely designed for unique things to take place.
Come here, my queen
To realize my dreams…
French underwear causes for a simple French kiss,
One from you feels graceful to lips of a man like this;
You draw back to shut off the television for tonight,
Now the only things turned on us and the lamplight.
Your rump is still perfect and round,
Amazing how it flutters when I take you to town.
You bend over in the closet get black stilettos,
What an erotic diva, bending over to your toes;
Myself cannot resist all the so skillful sexiness,
Already aroused to percolate, I feel your readiness.
Your wetness seems so profuse,
Once lace is slid aside for us to reproduce.
…and what one thing about you I love the most,
Is you are finally wearing hand-stitched black lace;
…and the only one that bought you those,
Uniquely designed for unique things to take place.
