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untitled love poem 2

she likes to hold me in her hand
until I'm firm and proudly stand
grown to the the right size
to gently slip between her thighs
resting briefly against her lips
before she slightly lifts her hips
to accept my thrust deep inside
and so begins the gentle ride
that ends as she absorbs my stream
to our noisy moans and little screams
still enjoined we catch our breath
making love they say is a little death.


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untitled love poem 2