Again we wake
This blessèd night
Your thighs do grasp
My soul so tight and
As you squeeze and I
Respond
'Cross our secret
Hellespont, your
Moan I suck unto
The skies,
Your wet seduction
Sweet balm applies
To stiffened member
Which does work
Your pleasure, oh so
Keen, that 'tween it
And pain in joy
You scream.
For you inspired, m'lady,
A lust required to
Open up your
Second lips, their juices
Sweet and salty flow
From out your kisses
Down below.
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