I like it when I'm going down on you,
invited to that lovely place of yours.
I stay to do what I can pleasurably do.
I like it when I'm going down on you.
The colors there are various and true,
from reds to pinks to darks--intricate doors.
I like it when I'm going down on you,
invited to that lovely place of yours.
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I like the description of colors, I wrote a poem on the same subject, entitled "Rosemary." (It's on my blog in case you're interested...)
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