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She laid there

As he did his best,

She felt her heart

Beat in her chest,

In time to his rythm

Waiting to give as good,

As she had been given

Legs gripped round him,

Pulling him on to her

Helping him get deep,

Waiting for the moment

When his passion unloads,

Anticipating his new flow

Hitherto to her before unknown.