Love in the Meadow

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Erotica

She's a vision in my heart and soul,

as I close my eyes I can feel her smile.

Water flowing slowly in a nearby stream,

as she teaches me the art of making love.

Practice control she moans in my ear,

not hard and fast but slow and gentle.

Like a pen writing on a delicate leaf,

so as not to tear the fabric of life.

Until spasms take my body's control,

and my semen soaks into her being.

Knowing that it will leave a yellow stain,

as it seeps into her panties on the way home.

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Written for a word challenge.

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