Sensual thief
Porcelain vanilla scented skin
Luscious and smooth under my lips
voluptuous yet elegant
I caress her bosom and plant kisses down body
My tongue tickles her inner thigh
She grasps for breath trying to fill her lungs amongst the pleasure
She calls my name as devoutly as most disciples would their diety
Her soul belongs to me now
Stolen in a lust filled heist.
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