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I can't make you cum?
Bet!
Let's see what you got to say
as I massage you from the soles of your feet
to the nape of your neck.
I am nothing if not meticulous.
Cousin Balki said don't be ridiculous.
You're gonna get yours many times before I get mine.

I think before I speak.
I don't use lines
because you've heard it all before
and I've got so much in store for you.

I can and will do more for you.
I'll amplify the sum total of the aggregate
of your average climax exponentially.
All others will pale in comparison next to me.

But your pleasure should be a collaborative effort.
I'll exert myself to my peak potential
as we realize your fantasies
and all the ones you didn't know you had.

Let me show you how we do it in Trinidad.
I wasn't born there
but it's where I was raised.
Like mercury on a sultry day.

You're the fuel that feeds the fire
of my sexual machinations.
Sensations build to a frenzied pitch,
plateau, decrease then build again over and over and over;
an erotic symphony orchestrated just for you.

I can't make you cum?
Bet.
My lovely, you ain't perceived nothing like me yet.