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Exotic
He feeds me fruit underneath the coconut trees
I lay across the hammock with no worries
The skies are so peaceful
And it's just a hint of wind flowing from the east
The ocean crystal clear like glass
As he strokes his hands across my cheeks
I close my eyes and hear the waves clashing against the rocks
His hands move down my body in a spherical direction
Stopping every five seconds to say
Are you okay
Are thy licks what you desire
Are thy nipples not being stimulated enough
Are you not singing a song of climax
Do I need to slow down
Whispering oh so sofly in his left ear lobe
Baby I am just fine
Continue to melt my soul and take me away like a hot sizzling calgon bubble bath
Written by Eyes
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