“Come to me,” her whisper beckons
“Come to me,” her lure is strong
“Come to me,” a velvet promise
“Come to me,” she turns me on

“Come with me,” through morning shadows
“Come with me,” the streets are long
“Come with me,” seduction follows
“Come with me,” she leads me on

“Come for me,” my thighs wide open
“Come for me,” her fingers wet
“Come for me,” my cunt grips harder
“Come for me,” I come.

All rights Reserved – Alicia Fitton 2015

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