When morning lust in me arise
and heart goes bump-a-thump
My thoughts go south and fantasize
About your firm and lovely rump
The night was long and dreams were good
We spooned so tight, all night through
So, again I wake with morning wood
from thoughts of making love to you
I dreamed of strawberries, hard but sweet
delicious, wet and juicy lips
and that which makes it all complete;
your shaking knees and thrusting hips
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