You say 'It's too big,
I can't take it all.'
And you start tossing,
Like a summer squall.
You take it all,
And you beg for more.
With your legs in the air,
Sweating from all pores.
Your juices are flowing,
As you scream my name.
You scratch my back,
Whispering 'I came.'
And right behind you,
I reach the end.
As into you,
My seed I send.
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