The beauty of you
Your smell and taste,
I’ve become attuned to
I love how you grind,
And how you writhe
When I make love with you,
I love the way you arch your back
And how you never ever lack,
The ability to surprise me
How you make love and lust,
Rise up as I watch and see
Your luscious toned body,
Working hard to leave
A yearning and a longing need,
To repeat this desire daily.
Your smile, laugh and moans
Means that as we lay here prone,
Basking in a loving zone
And a warmth to few have known.
fauxcroft 
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