By B.K.
Date: 2002 Jun 05
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Pretty Please

You kissed my hand
Then turned it over
Planting moist kisses
From inside my palm
Up my wrist
On past my elbow crease
With your head
Ever so slightly
Brushing my breast
I got weak in the knees
And almost started begging
More, may I have more
But then realized Dickens
Had already done that scene
So I merely said
There are two of them
Could you do that once more, please