I reminisce on every kiss, the bliss and all else I miss,
But have no concern about how I yearn, because I have a plan for when you return.
First,
With ambition, volition, and your permission, I’ll turn on your ignition,
Like a musician, you sound off while I move with artful intuition
As we smoothly transition from position to position.
And then,
From devotion comes ocean-like motions and charged emotions
Which are only more motivated by drinking potions and potions
That increase your sweet commotion when I drive the locomotion.
And then,
The hunger persists, I try to resist, but you continually insist,
You only assist what will always exist, so with these lips you kissed,
I move elsewhere, and like this poem, make my tongue and yours twist.
And then,
My body is tired, but not at its max, so we continue with on the acts.
We move to a sensual track and now almost there. Climax.
Now we’re there at the top, and we got ours. Now let’s relax.
And finally,
As I rest, I look at your design and beauty does your body define,
But enough rest, I’m sober, press and move your body to mine again,
Let’s drink from 9 to 9 because we can never go too far if there isn’t a line.
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