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Contrite

My cell phone resonates a tune
And then a furtive voice is heard
My concentration fully strewn
But my libido wholly stirred

She speaks to me of our shared trust
And nights spent in each others' arms
The fine rewards of rampant lust
And my appetite for her charms

I then sign off with dreams of her
Just riding me into the night
My she beast will not call me "Sir"
This mistress renders me contrite.
Written by crowfly
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