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Nice And Slow (Pt.2)
Your slick body
Seems to move
Like the motion
Of soft music.
You take your time
And I like that.
You eventually
Make your move
To my other leg.
You've tried not
To make it jealous.
You begin doing
Things all over again.
Slowly, slowly
You make your way
Up my leg.
Again, you try to
Take your time.
Not too fast now,
Move nice and slow.
You stop to take
A sip of water,
You make it dribble all over my leg.
You start at my ankle
And slowly move upward.
You stop.
You bite me.
You bit just
A little too hard.
Well,
Time to change
The blade.
Copyright Cynthia Jones
Dec.9/2004
Get you minds out of the gutter you bunch of nasties.
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