Be My Valentine II: Cranberry Lips

Sweet soul, your body a sugar lump of spice
Sex games and emotions on rolled dice
I have hors d'oeuvres reserved, champagne in ice
We’re feeling nice for each other to entice
I plant the first kiss to your lips, cranberry
I’m humbled to smash the chocolate covered cherry
Titties and nipples, I suck as Hershey drops
Hands all over you, removing bra top



Caress wetness through panties, satin lace
Gently, you sit your apple bottom on my face
I taste, lick all over it, a trace
I enjoy taking time at a steady pace
Smell like roses, the scent fills my nose
Happy, you belong to me in this way to expose

BOOM, BOOM, BOOM, BOOM… BE MY VALENTINE

Horny for you, it’s a heartthrob

Foreplay, you smear red lipstick gloss on my love knob

I want goodies, that’s the color pink

I’m deep inside your pleasant au naturel stink

I have a thing for a woman with pretty feet

Lower legs enough for polished toes and mouth to meet

I do a Cupid shuffle, between thighs, contracting muscles

We stain and soak the sheets, like blood puddles

Our passion bleeds in a romantic massacre 

Aim to please from almost every naughty genre

You’re going to be my personal freak, candy thot

Whenever I feel it, I hit on the spot

Got me all bothered and so hot

This blue and violet ink pen is pointy for your dot

We can chillax, get some pillow talk

Next round, I climb that ass, like Jack and the Bean Stalk 

Pleasure I give, will be spectacular 

14th of February, holiday secular

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