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NIPPLE TO NIPPLE


 

Mmm…., Mmm…., Mmm

Were the sound made by my tongue

When it played in a woman’s bosom

Looking left and right

For a charming sweetheart to play with

 

I kissed her from the bottom

Sucked all the nectar she had

Smiled and bit into her sexy shape

Vitamin A, B, C and D

Were all in her juicy glands

 

I used to cry in the night

When her fiancé came to separate us

Feigned hunger

And lured her into undressing herself

For me to cuddle her all night

 

When I grew old

She became shy in my eyes

And divorced herself from I

Forced me into the wilderness

To go searching for another just like her

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