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La Petite Mort
Her naked skin
Her naked curves in his eyes
The hair between her thighs
Aroused his cock
Aroused his lust
His lust for life, lust for a woman
His hands touching her naked skin
His fingers tracing her curves
His mouth, his tongue tasting her
The scent of her beauty
The smell of her lust
The sighs of her passion, desire
The rhythm of their hips
The passionate fire of their kisses, their mouths
The night now filled with the sound of them
The night filled with the fire of them
Their breathing as he thrust
The feeling of him inside her
Feeling his release
Feeling her release
La petite mort
A rebirth of desire, life
A release of a tired day, a tired week
A calm washed over them
Exhausted laying next to each other
Smiling a joy of living
A feeling of life reborn
Her naked curves in his eyes
The hair between her thighs
Aroused his cock
Aroused his lust
His lust for life, lust for a woman
His hands touching her naked skin
His fingers tracing her curves
His mouth, his tongue tasting her
The scent of her beauty
The smell of her lust
The sighs of her passion, desire
The rhythm of their hips
The passionate fire of their kisses, their mouths
The night now filled with the sound of them
The night filled with the fire of them
Their breathing as he thrust
The feeling of him inside her
Feeling his release
Feeling her release
La petite mort
A rebirth of desire, life
A release of a tired day, a tired week
A calm washed over them
Exhausted laying next to each other
Smiling a joy of living
A feeling of life reborn
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