To a Lady so sweet.
There's nothing I love more then that look in your eyes,
As one of my hands slide up your thighs.
Theres nothing I need more then the taste of your lips,
As I caress your stockings, Searching for rips.
Theres nothing I require more then your well-placed moan,
As the railings squeak, and the bed springs groan.
There's
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