As I sit upon your knee
I place a gentle kiss upon your nose
As your strong arms embraces me
A passionate kiss i gave to thee
as i know your lips they do crave for me.

I touch your shoulders
Stroke down your sides
You can’t help but laugh
You have tickly sides
I run my fingers up and down your spine
Touch your hands for they do crave mine.

I kiss your neck
Kiss around your chest
Kiss down to your navel
Let my hands do the rest.

by Janet Whittaker

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Very passionate Janet. I enjoyed reading this James