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TOYING

Made to create, not to destroy,
The act of love can be a joy
If husband with the wife doth toy,
Palms, fingers, lips, tongue in employ
To bring her on, make her less coy
To yield unto seduction’s ploy.
Then, “Come to bed” shall raise “Oh boy!”
At thoughts of what she may enjoy,
Not as demand that may annoy.
Written by Solomon_Song
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