I touch you
And you touch her
Involved in a triangle
Not much different
Then the thatch of hair
That protects the sweetness
That dampens our lips
As she suckles my breast
And you probe my insides
With that special gift
Only you possess
I think
The circle is complete
Her woman
You man
And I the beast
Drinking the life forces
And sinking my teeth into
The flesh
Of her meat
After all is done
I sleep
And am sated!
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