A poem by Sydney Stone. I do not own the image.
NSFW
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Tracing the sign of the cross,
Upon the sheets,
Whilst my tongue enacts,
Acrobatic feats,
Upon the canvass of,
Your feminine treats.
Say your prayer,
Moan your hymn,
As you accept within you,
My offered limb.
Pumping deeply,
Stroking mild,
Whatever pace I set,
I know that it will drive you wild.
So offer up now,
Your adulations,
As you slowly succumb to,
My Administrations.

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