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You Are Reason
I can breathe again
every swish of her hips
every kiss of her lips
every smile she bestows
every versatile floor show
starts my heart aflutter
churns my heart to melted butter
casting spells on my private parts
she’s a mistress of the intimate arts
come lay beside me she whispers
while nibbling on my ear
she mounts me like a mountain climber
who am I to deny her
I beg, stay with me, my concubine
as I tease her below her waistline
we shall see, we shall see she teases
while she continues to do as she pleases
©Joe Merkle 2024
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