Why the rush

The gentle touch

The tender caress,

The neck, the shoulder

The lips, the breasts,

The whispers, the moans

The tracing tongue,

From nape of the neck

Down the spine to bum,

All this erogenous joy

All of this sizzling pleasure,

The thighs, the sighs

With equal measure,

Can create a passion,

Before and penetration

Scintillating sensations,

Do as much if not more

Than the final act of expectations.

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