Nose dive into these thighs.

Keep my fever high, all night.

I’ll come like quick sand,

Need to hold your hand.

Because you are the man…that’s right.

There is no such thing as reaching a high pitch

And coming back down.

Once you’re there, consider yourself grounded

With pleasure all around.

I can whisper what you like, how it feels, and what I need.

Just give me your all.

And indulge in the sin, enjoy and explode in

This masterpiece of love.
Inspired by and written for E Hanch, my husband.

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