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The Pleasure

My lover holds me tight.
He has the softest skin.
With arms, and legs I adore,
and gently hold him in.
His moans are sweetest music.
As he cries my name.
And everytime we play.
It never is the same.
Drowning in sweet pleasure.
Snug against his chest.
As he gently holds me,
and sweetly pets my breast.
Our hearts beat in rythm.
The beat of his is mine.
I will stay forever.
Loving through all time.

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