As We Help Ourselves


Tonight you use your imagination
And pretend was I was there
You massage your breast
So firm and fair
Your fingers journey down
And slowly go round and round
Milk and honey start to flow
The faster your fingertips go
You imagine me pleasing you
Moving poetic and slow
I fill you to the brim
As your creative juices reach the rim
You feel me going faster and faster
We’re close to happily ever after
The pitch in your voice raises
As your body sings me praises


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