When he touched,
he defined.
She loved his hands,
especially comming
from behind.
At his fingers, she became.
He liked to watch,
her writhe...
inshame.
Palming her curves,
he laid a claim
He loved to hear
her cry
His name.
She liked to take his thumb
and suck,
whike he kissed her cheek.
She smiled,
he fucked.
She sighed, as they spooned
tight like a glove.
Thinkin'when the sex was done,
'Kinky, dirty
little love...'
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