On winter nights by firelight I hold you close within my arms,
As my hands do start to wander to find your hidden charms,
Those breasts so fine are the first thing that my hands bring into view,
I hold them gently in my hands, it feels like I’m doing this anew.

I tease you nipples with my touch, between my thumb and finger,
But other parts of you are beckoning my hands for them to linger,
And as I think of pastures new I pull your teats in all directions,
Your head turns to mine, we kiss each other, showing our affections.

My hand goes down towards it’s goal in stealth without a sound,
Into your knickers it will go, to take possession of your mound,
To slip between those folds of flesh so damp when fingers touch,
You sigh a little as I probe your folds but I do not press too much.

For another part of me is waiting to take pleasure in that place,
And as I lie down on the floor, you disrobe and then sit upon my face,
You rub your self onto my lips, my tongue now plays it’s part,
To taste that sweetness that you have to cleave your mound apart.

And lap that honey that you make as passion takes a hold,
For I take much pleasure in your lust, when you do act so bold,
I feel I am in heaven as I lie beneath the one I love,
And also I feel so lucky, to have a love like you above.
 
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