Dark void, tan skin, round hills, white thighs,
I see the things that need me, she cries,
Out in passion she cries my name, she lies,
The other man in waiting knows, I realise,
But I just rough her up more, with both eyes,
I look at her breathing hard, I sympathise,
This is the night that was promised, mesmerise,
She turns to me as I leave her, it dignifies,
Wet flesh, silk and satin, full lips, hazy eyes.
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