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The centre of his pleasure
that`s where I long to be,
For whatever pleases my lover
will surely pleasure me.
Gazing into my lovers eyes,
they burn with passions fire,
I long to be the star of his dreams,
the object of his desire.
As I kiss and lick my lovers flesh
and partake of sensual delight,
To feel his wrath upon my lips,
How could this not be right?
To be the centre of his pleasure
that's all I want to be,
for if it pleases my lover,
then it surely pleases me.
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