‘Tween top and bottom sheet I find you there, Dressed in that warm skin and tussled hair, Succumb do I to stroke your bottom bare, And mount you like an ovulating mare, This summer day; this bed in which we play, This pact we have to waste away the day, Your supple hips and oh the way they sway, Like Coralli and his infamous ballet, My Dear, my love, my perfect little dove, We fit together so, like hand in glove, That look you give to me when you’re above, My shoulders to the bed you gently shove, Time it matters not, while tummy is so taut, No place I’d rather be than in this spot. - Scott Alexander McKenzie
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Intimacy at its finest