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This handsom man sat next to me and stared into my eyes

I felt a shiver down my spine as he breeched my inner thighs

With eyes glazed over in passionate lust, I didn't ask to stop

My lacey garment losing ground, I think I felt a drop'

As a bead of perspiration welled and trickled down my face

I silenced a little gaspy moan as my heart began to race.

My breathing now quite labored, I tightened up my lips

Trying to the contain the motion thrusting from my hips

Emerced in waves of moistened bliss, sweet tinges at a rest

I sat just for a moment with my hand across my breast

Contented there in my easy chair, this White Knight served me well...

I shall call on him tomorrow, to ring my morning bell'