When I play with her
Two soft doves. They flutter in
My hands. I kiss them.
When we make love, she
Says: I love it, love it. Don't
Stop, p l e a s e! Fast, fast, fast...
When we kiss. She feels
My bulge. We can't wait. We rush
To bed. Shut doors fast.
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