Eve’s night

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Everyday evening becomes Eve’s night,
We shed our sheaths under the bed,
We direct the game of love,
We play it right with no guidance,
There is no rules,
No commands to rule us,
We make the pearl drops to flow,
Free below thighs,
We suck the honey out of tongue,
Until the dawn of Adam’s night.

She was a pie

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Tasted from top to bottom,
Licking like a honey on hand,

Her hands moved along the backbone,
I slipped between those legs,

Found a flowery pink petals,
Gushing the honey out,
It was writing a pleasure poem,
On her thighs wetting the panty,

It was a pleasure night,
Where we fall on each other’s hand,
Dreaming of next round of pleasure.