To be mooned.
And gaze upon the stars.
As we lay on sand.
And underneath warm blankets.
Wishing to sip quickly…
On a glass of wine you get.
So I can again admire the placement of that ‘zit’.
On your round and muscular,
Tight and luscious ass.
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