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Midnight Kiss
Sometimes I miss that stolen midnight kiss
and the deliciously naughty things we would do.
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Your hand placed firmly on the back of my head,
Never wanting it to be through.
I straddle your thighs as you slip inside,
passion in the backseat of your car.
The scent of sweat and sex filling the space.
We could never take it too far.
You turn me around so you can go down,
my head hits the side of the door.
Not a movement is missed, you begin to lick
As your knees hit the floorboard.
I grind the lace into your face
as you pull my panties aside.
Licking and sucking and teasing me so.
While your face and my mound collide.
Finally spent, I guess it's time we went.
I steal kisses at every stoplight.
Laughing and touching and plotting our moves.
Wanna do it again tomorrow night?
