unbinding your corset
as we are kissing
letting it fall
as your skirt follows
every touch i made
to move your hips
every moan i take
from your red lips
body in friction
as i get your attention
under the moonlight
we reached our climax in delight
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Parfume: Smells of Pleasure
PoetryHer moans of pleasure is like the sweet voice of the nightingale.
