Pacing Herself
Silk cool and caressing
Dancing on nipples tickling
Leather marking every curve
Walking cheeks sway and swerve
Lace black panties tug at skin
Her face sublime with a grin
Distant eyes as her heat does rise
Moisture builds, now lace glides
Rocking her boat from both sides
Up the steps, lace pulls into her crack
Tighten, release... just a little slack
Concentrating on that one spot
Breath increasing the only clue she's hot
To complete the process her pace quickens
And her breath catches as the moisture thickens
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