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She cannot be mastered

She is so hard to satisfy,

So she engages in freedom

And flies off into the sky,

She looks for the passion

That she desperately wants,

To satiate her deepest needs

And she doesn’t see that as wrong,

And she never tries to hide

In facter her husband knows,

The journey that she goes on

And just how far she decides to go,

And it gives her what’s desired

It feeds within her her sexual fire,

As she rembers all the trusting and writhing

And the intimate sensual contact,

Of which she paints a perfect picture

That her husband’s keen to believe,

He knows how voracious she can be

When in the throws of total ecstasy,

Her body is built for sex he says

Most times straight or sometimes bisex,

She does not have a preference

Just which one gives her their best,

And she knows at the moment that she moans

Is the time when she will explode,

In a eruption full of energy and passion

And in that moment she just flows,

As her heartbeat races faster and faster

You can try but won’t out last her,

She’ll leave you like and empty beach shell,

While she returns home to hubby

And sits him down so she can in detail tell,

Of the fun and passion that’s left her full

And charged and ready at once to go again,

And her husband happily obliges and the sex they engage in is then insane.