(Thanks for the other night)
The tips of his fingers softly caressing,
Gently sliding up and down the length of her neck
His palm encompassing her as he moves
Slowly taking in her beauty His other hand holds her curvaceous body
Rhythmically the pace quickens
Pressing harder into her with all of his passion
She responds to his seduction
Every time
Quicker and quicker
Harder and harder
He pushes to her
As she answers his commands each time
Fingers up and down, throughout her, within her, he moves
Spectators on the sidelines hear her moans
She cries for more
They feel her as she quivers to the power of his touch
And as they hear, and feel, and see
All they can do is ache to know the ecstasy in his veneration
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