and as i kiss her lips
down her neck until her hips
continuously kissing
as i heard her hissingi pushed inside
the swirling tongue
and she screamed
of ecstasyi couldn't stop
not unless i find her spot
but when she moaned
her weakness has been unfold
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Parfume: Smells of Pleasure
PoetryHer moans of pleasure is like the sweet voice of the nightingale.