I find her hard to resist
Her gentle curves
The concentric circles
Utmost perfection
In its simplest form
Beauty that would inspire madness
Her body touching mine
I can feel her breath
She smiles at me like she does to all men
She has me
My breath increases
I try to calm myself
I don't want to spill
That is not why I am here
Her flesh
Is my fantasy
She never asked my name
But I'll always remember hers
Her skin soft against my fingertips
And when it's done
We both go on
As if nothing ever transpired
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