THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE...
http://youtu.be/o-sQ4DIc-UI
Such a satiny grip doth thou holdest I in.
I like an animal tethered by a rope find myself bound...
Ohhhh pussy thou hast exerted thy hold and I find myself powerless to escape.
To use a euphemism... Pussywhipped.
Thou aroma so tantalizing, so arousing that I transfixed seek the place where that mesmerizing odour doth arise.
A flash of thine pink, black, or brown lips... A peek of thine standing clitoris.
A flick... A lick... A thrust... I hum.
Riding the sonic waves of thy satisfied moans, harmonically carried on the thee of thee.
The push of thine nipples as they displace air in their growing... standing so arrogantly.
So plump, long and full.
If thou were to weave a web of finest lace and captured I, would I struggle?
Seek to be free?
I so trapped in the complexity of thy design.
Such a satiny grip doth thou holdest I in.
JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY
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