Nine Inches

Inch by inch, by inch, by inch
Slowly you descend without a flinch
Satin sheets in your fist now clinched
With thumb and finger your nipples are pinched
Inch by inch, by inch, by inch
Your kisses speak-mostly in French
You suck my neck like a blood thirsty chinch
Your sweat rain on me-my body all drenched
As you take in that very last inch
It comes with ease; it’s such a cinch
From the bed, to the floor, to the table, to the bench
You ride me hard until your fire is quenched
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By inch
By inch
By inch
By inch
By inch
By inch
By inch
By inch