I love to taste your hunger - the lover by Letta

The Lover
Letta (C) 2000

I lay on my side so I
can look in your eyes
as I take you in my hands
and stroke you gently

I feel you grow harder,
lean close to kiss your mouth
sucking on your tongue
your lips in a little pout

I love to feel your skin,
warm with desire,
slick with sweat
and taste your hunger

You come on my hands
leaving stains on my skirt,
which only serves to
excite me even more

With a wicked grin
I touch again to make
you, my sweet lover,
grow hard once more..

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