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Wooden Box > Were I but a genie in a wooden box kept within a drawer beside your bed offering my comforts to a troubled soul or taken forth to soothe your weary head If I could spring forth when you needed me and serve to make all your tensions cease the prized possession kept within a wooden box to help a troubled woman find her peace Were I but a genie in a wooden box and you somehow held the magic key would you not evoke me at those special times and enjoy my perfect love more frequently If I sought to take care of your every want and sought to satisfy your every need would you hold me captive in my wooden box or leave it open so I'd be permanently freed | ||||||||||||||||
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Angry Lash > It strikes you like an angry lash sending a shockwave of desire from your jewel to deep within the pleasure centers of your brain That arrives just as the first backward swirl begins to trace the contours of your outer lips encouraging you to open and express a need for more It slowly passes back and forth at first producing just a hint of moisture that then becomes a mist before your juices of desire begin to coat its very surface It enters you at first and then evokes a slow long gasp that cascades toward a high pitched sigh segueing to a moan that's stifled by your closing lips But then a second clockwise motion raises you without intent and curls your toes and makes you scream aloud that it has reached that spot Do you know its at that point your jewel does change and swells then to a point where it becomes a ripened bud of passion linked to your mind Or that the texture and the taste of you begins to signal that your own desires have reached the point where you could now begin to wail or scream And as it dances there across the surface of a lush and velvet stage to please an audience of one those shudders that you offer are the best applause of all Just as the scrape of teeth at that one certain point arrives to push you toward the precipice of orgasmic free fall that you feel must be an encore's ecstasy | ||||||||||||||||
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Genie > Shake the genie from her bottle touch the magic in her soul make her seek to feel human make her want lose control introduce her to your passions let her mortal spirit peak find a way to make her feel and her senses warm and weak strip her of her vestal trappings as you make her spirit roam find the woman deep inside her fill her lonely center's home shake the genie from the bottle heat desires deep within find the Delphi's innocence there so she really wants to sin | ||||||||||||||||
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