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Sexual Souls (Beautiful Rain) Part II

     “From the moment of your return
Our sexual desires continued to burn,
      “You placed the do not disturb sign on the suite door
As clothes begin littering the floor,

      “Now laying fully exposed on the bed
I’m feeling the long minute’s effect of your wet giving head,
      “Along with your speed control stroke
Listening to your enjoyable sucking and occasional choke,

      “I stop your head game when it gets intense
Because your wonderful handiwork-I want you to feel this,
      “Legs to the ceiling as I push into your welcoming thighs
Soft moaning and cussing are the sounds of being satisfied,

      “Switching every few minutes to give your pussy a needed lick
Then without gladiator mercy connecting you back to my dick,
      “An hour later, it’s a deep doggystyle grind in the chair
Causing you to look back through sweated-out wild hair,

      “Focusing your vision back towards the glowing city lights
I kiss you on the spine and continue fucking you right,
      “Beautiful rain like stars continuously fall
As I fill your inner chambers, like your pussy fill your draws,

      “You whine I gotta stop, because you have to piss
I laugh and remind you it’s not on the list,
      “Pulling out I let you go pay your water bill
But while making a payment, on my dick you have a wet seal,

      “Once I hear you release that last drop
Facing you in front of the bathroom mirror I’m fucking you non-stop,
      “Making you watch yourself as you’re getting fucked
With the words escaping from your mouth ‘baby this is what’s up’,

      “I ask ‘I guess you don’t get this at home’
You emotionally cried ‘no’ with head down as you continue to moan,
      “Saying with frustration conviction ‘fuck my husband
I wish that you were my man’,

      
      “Back to the bed, off and on we perform our sexual show
All night till the early light until we had to go,
      “Not only was it a separation of friends, lovers and freaks
But our sexual souls left between fulfilled desired sheets”.
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