4play (stage 1)
Look at you... so cute
I want to touch you
adore you
adorn your body with my hands
my eyes
my lips between your thighs
my fingertips run down your back
searching for your spot
your essence
my lips give your neck reverence
you quiver
my tongue gives your body shivers
and you tip...toe
back and forth in my vision
my rhythme becomes your rhythme
we're breathing
so close
I can feel your soul
you are my host
I am your parasite
I thrive on your insides
my sustenance is your pleasure
I feast as you whither away
and fold into me
mold into me
hold onto me
as we become one being
I want to touch you
adore you
adorn your body with my hands
my eyes
my lips between your thighs
my fingertips run down your back
searching for your spot
your essence
my lips give your neck reverence
you quiver
my tongue gives your body shivers
and you tip...toe
back and forth in my vision
my rhythme becomes your rhythme
we're breathing
so close
I can feel your soul
you are my host
I am your parasite
I thrive on your insides
my sustenance is your pleasure
I feast as you whither away
and fold into me
mold into me
hold onto me
as we become one being
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