A teddy can be a little bare--lingerie.
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Would you like to touch my teddy?
I guarantee it doesn’t bite.
You can hold it in the morning;
throw it in the corner each night …
un huh un huh ummmmm ummmm.
If you’d like to stroke it softly
listen close you’ll hear low growling.
That teddy will squirm—no fooling--
in ecstasy leave, it’s soaring …
un huh un huh ummmmm ummmm.
You can pleasure teddy or me
though often together we’ll be
un huh un huh ummmmm ummmm.
My teddy is a golden hue.
I love teddy’s glow … but, do you?
Most people like petting, teddies.
I’ve another—silver—that’s new …
un huh un huh ummmmm ummmm.
My teddy won’t come between us--
it’s sexy, lacy, a see-through—
but a little something’s better.
It’s something for hands to undo …
un huh un huh ummmmm ummmm.
Teddy is for both you and me,
satin slips fantastically.
un huh un huh ummmmm ummmm.
I wrote this novel several years ago, I self published and never had it to sell. I have decided to rewrite it and hope to get it published within a few months for people to be able to buy. I had a few copies and gave them to a few family members and
An empathic young nurse driven to help and heal others since childhood after watching her mother languish for months before finally succumbing to cancer, Aziza Lopez abhors cruelty and suffering in any form. When she is assigned comatose patient Davi
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