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Incredible, insatiable

She’s laying on my chest, and the best is unquestionable

As we rest, it was all about the quest

We wake to the morning sun as we lay up in the nest

Its me, she, loved every moment

I was acting bad so she gave me her atonement

She was Virginian, better a Hamptonian

I was a virgin till that night in the Hampton Inn

She loves my stamina, thank God I ran track

She gave me her all, so I gave it right back

I wake to her bliss, the night I was her owner

Thank Dr. Looney because I was her organ donor

She kisses me softly and says she wants more

Here we go again, all the way down to the floor

Never letting go because she knows that I have her

Made love all night, welcome to the morning after

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Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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