A single finger

Posted on March 22, 2018 by Beast in Poetry

A single finger tracing your form.

Slowly, softly, no signs of brawn.

Just one tip wandering head to toe.

Drawing sighs that turn to moans.

Teasing you til you beg “no more.”

Just one finger opening all pleasures doors.

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Beauty says:

March 23, 2018 at 2:28 am

You have more sexual awareness and talent in one finger than most men do in their entire body. I love you Beast. ❤️❤️❤️😘

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1. Beast says:
  
  March 23, 2018 at 3:32 pm
  
  Ah shaddup! 😶
  
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Beauty says:

March 24, 2018 at 3:33 pm

It’s true.

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1. Beast says:
  
  March 24, 2018 at 6:57 pm
  
  🤓
  
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