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I've cried so long for women that I've loved truly;
Now, I want to love you night after night
Like you've done it over and over to me;
I know that you're the only one who does it right
So take my hand and hopelessly fall into my arms
In the same fashion that you taught to me to do;
I want to kiss your neck where your heart alarms
An acute tingle through your body and mine too.

Let me calmingly get you out your dress, my queen
Along with bare my tendinous body as well;
As usual, you feel too smooth for one who's keen.
I'm going to caress you for a moment and inhale
Your scent of an endearing sweetness;
Kissing you from the forehead to a navel so small
And I shall discover if being ticklish is your weakness;
Then, gently push you on your bed for us to fall.

After we fall in the missionary position on your bed,
I long to dispose of your lace pantie and brassiere,
But you interrupt me and do it for me instead;
You kiss my chest and neck with a falling tear;
You look at me and with an excited look in your eye
And you move your waist like an ingenuous eel;
How you take my hand and place it on your moving thigh,
When being on top of you gives me a thrill?

You slap me with emotion in my face twice;
Then, order me to get up off of you
And whisper in my ear something more nice
Just when I thought were finally through;
You bent over and pulled my body close,
But I pushed myself quick with time on my own;
As I made love to you on that salacious night;
I'm a teen making love to a woman like I'm grown
Until you get so weary and lose your might.

Then, your body becomes mines at night;
Because I can do what I want to do to you
While you just hold the sheets so tight;
You moanbut no one hears you like I do;
You cry, but I only know what the tears fall for
When you smile after I kiss you again;
You really want to go for two hours more;
After all, we started sevenish and it's only ten;
So, I fulfill your naughty desire,
Because I love making love you to you;
Passion is what burns love's own fire;
Especially, if your vehement love is true.