I like to give

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Hope is more than a feather
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I like to give sir pleasure, so he'll find
my words beneath his pillow. Let his smiles
know how much he's lingered in my mind.

Is he aware he's missed? Absence defiles
my thoughts: he makes me cream
and leaves me wet.

Recall now he can call me to his side
and push me down, so he can quickly get
his cock out, pushing into my divide;

The one between my lips shows off my tongue.
It's wanton, needing, eager, and, as ever,
he knows the lovely feeling.

When the sum
of my beguiling's teasing: a light feather
is rather more than hope:

It helps him live
the moment, knowing that
I like to give.

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