You glide your form along me,
your curves they ride my form.
the way my body's shakeing.
your touch is just like porn.
your curves they trace my body,
and wide up to my face.
the sounds you make they guide me,
to push you harder into place.
your touch is all comsuming,
your body draws my blood.
with preasure you make is flow more,
its your that i must miss.
but when you slit my throuch love,
in death i find your kiss`
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