Peter LeBuhn

(2-21-64 / Silver Spring Maryland)

The Call


Would you like to have sex before pleasure
Take me now...I am burning with desire
Get Down on Me honey
Too much of a good thing is wonderful
I am bringing in home darling
Now...Attached to You...As One
You taking thee deep
You smile
It is the second best thing that you do with your lips.
Sit...Sit on me Gently
Take me in
Take me deep
Kiss me...Hold me...Guide me into you
The rain will fall
I will rain on you
Cumming whenever you call
You have heard my mating call
Answered you have
Into your arms
Your sexual charms
I am lost
I am lost

Copyright Peter LeBuhn 2006

Submitted: Tuesday, November 14, 2006
Edited: Friday, November 12, 2010
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