It drips onto her lips and I can’t resist, a Chinese torture
that so pleases me, though as I look down into her upturned gaze, I wonder,
does she like it as much as I do, and what more I could give her to please her
as much as she pleases me, the drips of it onto her lips, and hips, and all her
exposed parts, and then into the space unveiled when her legs part. I am a
filling station that fills her up, not with petro, but with someone much more
potent until my tank runs dry, and all that is left is the drip, drip, drip,
and I wonder, does she like this the way I do, or am I just wasting time,
torturing myself, looking to paint her with what I have do offer. Does she want
it, too?
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