And, when he cups your lovely sex in his hand,
he'll feel your sense of all-encompassing desire,
housed in that naked shell;
And, when the distance between that first clasp
and your impending release is just so, he'll satisfy
you in the knowing dark,
And, when your whimpers conjure another cock stand,
He will thrust deeply into you again and again,
listening to your soft cries...
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