In dead of nightyou're such a sight.
Undress just right,
red hot delight.
And then, of course,
you're on all fours.
I shove with force.
You're mine; I'm yours.
You're right: quite tight.
My head grows light.
You bite, I fight,
your thighs ignite.
At once I spurt.
Ask if you're hurt;
you have not heard.
I re-insert.
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