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He touched in ways she needed

The way he teased and kneaded,

Her supple sculptured body

It made her ache and made her yearn,

She could feel the passion burn

She would writhe and twist and turn,

Under his strong hands that held her firm,

And she melted as he whispered in her ear

And she felt the hair on her skin bristle when he was near,

All she wanted and needed from him in that moment

Was give her what she craved for,

Because she adored the things he encouraged her to do

To be free and let herself loose,

As he took her anyway he’d choose,

Him in command on top and behind

But the when he coaxed her to ride she was in charge,

He made her feel so needed

She felt special like a princess,

When was with him,

He treated her with respect and as an equal

And not irrelevant and invisible,

Like some other men when they were finished,

He always held her for a long time after

And they shared laughter,

And they shared emotions,

And they shared desire,

But they were not in love enough to be together

And that was sad because she had another,

Who understood her needs and let he be,

With this guy who, fulfilled her needs, in other ways.