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Release then breath.
I want to invade your space from behind,
hike it on the desk and unwind.
I know you anxious,
but please be patient.
gentle massages from temples
running hands thru hair
pushing my finger tips in your dimples.
Time for mental stimulations,
orgasms from mind masturbation.
Its been a while since you smile about something,
I keep your dreams in whispers,
those exact sweet nothings.
I'll keep the cool breeze underneath your desk,
tightly fitted like bra upon your breast,
slow tones of moans, between legs I rest,
taunting and playing while head lays back.
I hug you closely pressing body against mine,
inviting you to touches below my waist line.
What we do is illegal,
let neighbors call the police,
get terminated from your job for a
angry release! Girl you are the beast!
Why don't you let me strip for you,
then slowly strip clothes off you,
let's me make a lunch out of you,
you can have a bite or two.
You need to let this go, before I let this go,
let's lye in creamy puddles from our earlier
let go's
let me wet you til you're drippin,
let me dry you with my sippin,
suck on your upper lip,
bite on my bottom lip,
embedding my nails into your hips,
don't force my entry, your wetness
forced all over me,
forgive me if I hurt you,
but later on you will say thank you,
I will stroke you like I hate you,
I will spank you, showing greatfulls
of being inside you, it was a fight true,
not going to lie boo, I almost cried too.
I had to do this on your job,
call the police, nani is getting robbed.
turn on the speaker phone,
backshots in the 10th floor window,
clear your desk off,
riding me on desk top.
turn on the ceiling fan,
leave moaning messages to your working man,
say his name when I'm beating it,
call her name when I'm eating it,
smack your face for your mouth to open,
fill your screaming mouth, with loads.
Exploring the depts of oceans floors,
Sitting on tree stump until I see it no more.
the elegant dinner I've been craving,
that quincher for my thirst.
You're my feeling inside me,
I love you when it hurts.
I leave you a mess on your job,
and me and mess when I leave,
its not what was achieved,
but that we can now RELEASE AND BREATH!
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My doors are open, all you have to do is walk through them!
Let us never negotiate out of fear. But let us never fear to negotiate.
John F Kennedy
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