Barely covered in white lace,
Wearing a sensual smile with grace,
She lighted a candle in the dark
And saw in his eyes a spark.
They opened a bottle of fine wine
And enjoyed it watching the stars shine,
Then right when it turned to 12 o'clock,
They put on every door a lock.
She felt his hands as they touched her skin,
As he tickled her all over with his chin,
And even she knew that was the biggest sin,
She slowly whispered 'Please, go in! '
Then she started moving hard and slow,
He felt her body in and out aglow,
From down there she looked up and saw,
As he relishes every second of the show.
Before the sun showed up in the sky,
She left and never saw again this guy,
She thinks and misses him sometimes,
But she was just a mistress in his eyes.
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