I'm bent before you
showing you my all
and you come to me
with the tender call
Hands spreading
tender flesh
preparing the mesh
You feel my recoil
my silent foil
Pink flesh feeling
the roil
hips swaying
Your persistent touch
never swaying
Intake of breath
full of all the saying
My hips arching
for the
love thrust marching
I told you beware
but you don't seem to care
I tell you I cannot love
but you
continue to thrust
your lovely hip shove
Deep in the tightest part of me
body aching for more
where others could never see
The tender push
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