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She moved her body to the bars of the latest hit song.
My eyes fixed on her as I walked to join her at the bar.

“My name is Johnny, the depth is implied.”

“Glad to meet you, the pleasure will be yours.”

Several hours later and talks of being a non-drinking, non-smoker.
My eyes looking up and down her smoking hot body and I, drunk in lust.

Finally home, I opened her and for a few seconds let her breathe.
She watched the cork fall out and got ready for the screw.

She flowed out of her garments and I got the view of her rosé.
She swallowed me and for every sip she took, I got tipsy.

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I love it every time you walk past in denim.
Ample apple bottom finds me on my knee.
You turn around and rip off my cotton shirt.
Smiling because you finally caught on to my plans for the hour.
You let your satin knots and lingerie slip to the floor.
I’m certain the spot you’re sat in is already soaked.

We fall on the bed and in silk bedsheets I finally sink into you.
We’re one with the fabric as your ecstatic scream materializes.

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She said, “I’d rather be direct.”
Than message my hints of wants and needs.
I said, “Slow down and take a breath.”
Fogging up my glasses will interfere with my deeds.

She said, “Just lay down your spectacles.”
I said, “I’d rather move down and behold that spectacle.”
She smiled whilst warning me to stop with the wordplay.
Her eyes lied for in them I saw something playful.

Both of us unable to speak again.
I wove a poem into her body and essence.
As she hypnotized me with her moans.

Her body said, “One more time.”
I didn’t reply for I’d lost my tongue to her.

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Your eyes, they remind me of hump days.

When I’d pass by after work and steal you from ladies’ night.

Your cleavage reminds me of my thirst and Thursdays.

When we’d jam to the fresh reggae roots before I dug you later.

Your hips will always hop into you freaking me on Fridays.

When we’d grab at hormones and release the week’s tension.

***

Now the week ends, I see you in mirrors and walls.

Now we tap through windows and screens.

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Lost in the allure of your feminine confidence.

Thirsting for you in every way.

I like, no I love, how your ass sways to the beat of the night drums.

My body still wants you.

Dangerous curves, crash and burn.

Your ride, the experience.

This physician, qualified.

Thirsting, lusting, for you.

In every way.

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In quickness and slowness.
You had my belt to have and hold.
Till zippers parted and seasons changed.
I sprung from my boxers.
And your were warm temperate.

We acclimatized, moaning to the rhythm of the streets.

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I found the taste of your fresh skin.
Jeans tightening, flesh yearning.
Knocking over trash cans.
Park bench saved us the crash then.
Excused myself for my brash hands.

Don’t rush, slow touch them to the next.