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We've been at each other for weeks
of sex we shamelessly reek.
Flushed cheeks, slopes and peaks
beds that creak, sweaty streaks
I yearn to hold her in my tight grasp
to hear that first sharp gasp
With ardor I worship her temple
make her arch, rock and tremble
Home is within her wet heat
I retreat only to return in a heart's beat
She whimpers and groans
as I repeatedly hit her erogenous zone
She locks limbs over my smooth globes
I whisper sweet nothings in her earlobes
I heed her pleas
and step up the speed
As we peak I fill her with my seed
hopefully we will conceive, breed.
Cause we want our own family tree
me and my honey bee
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