I wish she had the power to see
Your suave imposing frame
Your beguiling charm
But all that she is endowed with, is to feel
The supremacy of lips
With its all purpose smile
The moist irrepressible itch,
Dripping for your virile presence
She waits in anticipation
To gorge your tumescence into the black hole
Where her insatiable libido lies
Sensing you, tasting you, gasping for breath
She desires to be illuminated in luminous colors
Where the celestial celibacy is amplified
Between ‘she and he’
As they consummate love
In spurting measures
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