Laying with you, on my bed,
Soaked in sweat, and completey spent.
Hours of love making flash through my head,
But it doesn't look like I've made a dent.
Your'e smiling at me wanting some more,
Just give me a minute, I'll be ready to go,
And give you some more, just like before.
Just give it a kiss and it will grow.
You are insatiable, and can't get enough,
And thats just how I need you to be,
Hang on now it's going to get rough,
Climb on up, I'll set you free.
Don Juan Tenorio
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