Before tonight no
woman had grazed me
In quite the manner
you had established
I was but a mere
infant
To what causes a
woman to whine
And to the certain
ways that such an act
Could be executed so
stealthily
Just like a loaded weapon…
Your fingers knew the
exact regions
In which you could
captivate
Your body knew how
To gyrate like The
American Dream
With all that for
years you had desired
Lying upon the cusp
of a whisper…
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