Poem -

Lick your lips at nine.

Lick your lips at nine.

This call
Will be
Recorded
So tonight
You'll be
Rewarded,
Repeat
Them words
To me
Again,
Succumb
To playing
Our naked
Games,
I have
Steel
Handcuffs
This
Should be
Enough,
I have
A silk
Blindfold
You like
This
I was told,
Let's get
Kinky,
Let's get
Freaky,
Let's get
Saucy,
Taste my
Poison,
I have
Layers
That will
Tantalize
Your
Tastebuds,
I have
Wicked
Ways
That make
Me
Taste good,
Forget dessert
Because I'll
Make you mine,
Lick your lips
When I meet
You at nine,
Hang up
End this
Conversation,
We're going
To have
Erotic creations xXx

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Wayne Stubbs

??thanks James! I'll get round to reading your poetry very soon! ??

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Tony Taylor

Seriously compelling WAYNE!!...... in a saucy, kinky, freaky, naked kind way!!......a well done foray into the 'R' rated....... looking forward to 'X' version!!...... smiles!.......LOVE and ROCKETS!!.......T xo ??

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author
Wayne Stubbs

?? thanks Tony I'm building up 2 characters in their seductive relationship ??☮? Tony ??

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Wayne Stubbs

Check out some of my other work, you might find them interesting ??

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