She liked the feeling
Of heavy breathing
She raised her own fires
Up to the ceiling
She knew what she like the most
She was her own best host
She knew how to feed and seethe
On her own needs
She traces every inch she can
She knows what her body demands
She arches and grinds
In her own good time
No need to rush
Or wonder if she can hit the spot
She can touch herself intensely
Satisfies herself
Physically and mentally
She feels the flow
She can the passion grow
She lets out muffled sighs and moans
It feels good being home alone
No inhibitions to stop her
She now is satisfying her body proper
She feels this almost spiritual need
To set her lust and desire free
She likes being home alone
She enjoys her essence raised home grown
She needs to quench her needs
She enjoys the feeling of being self pleased
That brings her to her knees
And sees her move exquisitely
As she reaches her sensual peak
In conflagration of light
In a sense of pure delight
In the moment that is so intense
She is an exotic woman
Who knows just what she needs.
fauxcroft 
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