Moonlight tickler
By Dave Adam
Moonlight tickler spins spicy-hot nightdreams past bedposts and cool sheets to soft-blinking eyes light-strings her highway she rides 'cross the evening to dangle her fingers in warm pools of passion Midnight tickler twist-wrestles with pleasure brings warm themes and wet dreams to heartbeats afire Awake with her memory as if you've been dreaming those warm pools of passion now soil the linen. She's a moonlight tickler a moonlight tickler. Written March 27th, 2002 © on Mar 27 2002 01:19 PM PST, Dr David A DAm 0 • 20 • 16
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