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The Aesthetics of Your Frame

Infatuated with the aesthetics of your frame
That hour glass body has been etched in my brain
Looking tasty as a bowl of frosted lucky charms
I desire to embrace you in my strong loving arms
You've motivated the creation of this here poem
If I could sing I'd serenade you with a love song
Got me wanting to make love until the break of dawn
As the sun shines through the shades we'll carry on
The neighbors will get jealous from the sounds of your moans
They'll definitely know my name if they didn't know before
As we swap turns being the receiver trying to reach the end zone
I know of a multitude of ways to exacerbate how many times you cum
Say yes and I'll show you what's in my bag of sexual tricks
I've got an extensive inventory stored in my mental Rolodex
If you're into asphyxiation I'll firmly grab hold of your neck
While you ride me like a cowgirl enjoying the pleasures I inflict