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Your hanging on the very edge, you only need that push, muscles gripping tightly, you want to let yourself go whoosh
Your writhing moaning, you binds have got you tight, though he hears you pleading, he won't let you cum tonight
Everytime he brings you close you feel him pull away, you are getting frantic, but it's all part of his sexual play
Anticipation building hard you're just about to blow, then he simply backs away or takes it nice and slow
But with every withdrawal he leaves you a little closer to the edge, building up your desperate need, to leap right off the ledge
He licks, he flicks he fingers you, he works magic on your clit, he brings you close to heaven but won't give you the final bit
You beg and plead you arch your back orgasms nearly there, he takes no heed of your pleas, it's like he doesn't care
Then he finally lifts his head he looks you deep into your eyes, then with a devilish grin, he sinks back down deep between your thighs
Now he builds slow and hard, his tongue gets buried deep your juices running steadily has on your bed they seep
You are getting closer your now rushing to the edge, you start to beg and call his name has your pushed right off the ledge
You finally get your release, you shudder hard just as you cum, you lay alone in your cum soaked bed, the poets work is done
THE KINKY POET