But she does not have thighs to split apart,
And an *** to grab while thrusting.
Hips to curve around and bend over,
And *******
That overflow
And spill
Over your firm grasp.

A voice that sings your name
And a back that rises to meet you
As we both reach heaven.
As we both reach for air.
Falling deeper into warmth
And heavy scented
Sighs and shutters.

She might have you,
But my body owns you.

Over and over.

To the end.