Curve of lover's hips
Evoking deep dark desires
To bend her over.
Dew glistens in fields
Of pink flowers opening
To receive his gift.
Olive body stretched
Over my bed's satin sheets,
Giving joys divine.
Hot flesh colliding,
Limbs and bodies linked as one,
Falling in a heap.
Twin bare mountain peaks
Blanketed with guilty signs
Of man's great pleasure.
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