Every night around midnight

I wait for you

Heart beats faster

Pulse races

Anticipation builds

Do you feel it?

Do you notice?

The effort I made

To primp and preen

Show you I’m keen

Pupils dilate

Lips are wet

Desperate for the taste of you

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Hate it when you’re late
I just can’t wait
Want the press of your flesh
The feel of your breath
Hold my throat, grip my wrist
I won’t resist
I’ll beg if you tease
Down on my knees
Give me your shot
I want the whole lot
Leave me wrecked
With no regret
Hoping for
7 inches or more
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xxx

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