She lay there beneath him in the afterglow of love
Her warm wetness fitting him like a velvet glove
He leaned in to kiss her covering her mouth with his
Thankful for the wonderment of the woman that she is.
His body stroked her slowly, causing her to moan
Knowing his enjoyment was not just his alone
Her urgency could be felt as he thrust himself inside
He could tell by her sighs, she's a woman satisfied.
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