Tear the night with your moan,
Splash water, seeds have been sown,
Blow kisses in to body of diffused dream,
Wash thighs with warmness of his hot stream,
Thin curtain is littered dipped in first blood,
Mind will bear forever image of a burly stud,
Don't let the body slip away from his hold,
Let the stain spread on sheet you have rolled,
Ride over the cloud, sing, dance and rock,
You are ready for more games, he opened the lock.
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