Where loving and belonging is kept at bay
Where else can one be found at peace
For the tug of love just distorts a day
Be rather kissed sloppy, held tight
As tongues mate and exchange tastes
When the breath brushes a bristly beard
Let there be moans of orgasmic haste
As the touch of fingers spin lustful wispers
Let the fingernails claw, the teeth dig in
When the evening sun peeps into the room
Draw the shades to this wonderous thing
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