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HER ON TOP
(Not autobiographical.)
I get you stirred up beyond control,
You start dancing on my rigid pole.
A continued fondle of a breast
Whips on a sex drive that will not rest.
With every downward thrust you made
The pleasure each brought your throat relayed,
Making a constant prayer-like sound
As loins on loins passionately ground.
A tune that nowhere else I would find,
That played upon my receptive mind.
My name you called in adoration
When acting out the consummation,
Until I came with abundant seed;
You overflowed thanks for your met need.
I get you stirred up beyond control,
You start dancing on my rigid pole.
A continued fondle of a breast
Whips on a sex drive that will not rest.
With every downward thrust you made
The pleasure each brought your throat relayed,
Making a constant prayer-like sound
As loins on loins passionately ground.
A tune that nowhere else I would find,
That played upon my receptive mind.
My name you called in adoration
When acting out the consummation,
Until I came with abundant seed;
You overflowed thanks for your met need.
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