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Slow,Deep, and Hard

Her beauty in a state of perfection
But inside she is like a cracked mirror of scatter reflection
Make her feel love, the grace of a dream of courtship
The linger of ravaging affection
The nature of sex and growing savagery
Shudder not the fatal touch
The heavenly fatal touch begins the deflowering
Coming together, slow, deep, and hard
Like two hideous candles burning, the wax melts
fusing together to make something beautiful
Stripping from her gown, she shivers from the chilling winds
Justifying the need to bring her close
I lavish her, I ravish her
Slow, deep, and hard
Fulfill the most honest of fetishes
Her rose was sweet, her thorns was keen
A whirlwind of being hypnotized
Beyond the sopping pale
I shimmer, suckling on her breast
Moaning, groaning, possessed
Entering in missionary overtones
In the antics of elatement
Slow, deep, and hard
Sensations ignited from dizzying sights
She sings the siren's song
Now in pleasure beyond measurement
Vasting in sacred ground
Tasting the vivid flesh
Slow, deep, and hard