A poem about how much I love and need to eat my wife’s pussy the taste the wetness. She has a big, big wet pussy.
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In moonlit whispers, night's embrace,
A secret garden, sacred space.
A symphony in taste and feel,
In silken tides, our souls reveal.
Rivers of longing, sweetly swept,
In tender currents, softly kept.
Each moment rich, a luscious spree,
A world within, just you and me.
No words could paint this ardent need,
In nectared depths, love's truth is freed.
Amidst the stars, pure ecstasy,
Forever bound in unity.