A simple body bump, Turn into a glance, A glance turned into a chance, That two bodies would embrace, While two lips would taste
No words are spoken, As clothes of token, Fall urgently, but quietly to the floor, Because small ears might hear, And awaken to two lovers sitting face to face naked in a chair, Embraced, flesh to flesh, Chest to breast, Hard and dry, pushing against wet but soft
A gasp flows softly from an open mouth, While a breath is withheld, as teeth grimace, A deep breath is ta
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