She's obscene and wild,
Like porn,
Her sex is a storm,
Relentless, tireless and breathless,
I lose my way,
She finds me,
Constantly.
It's a mystery,
What she does to me,
At once,
I'm in a thousand places,
I see no faces but her own,
She's in my head like a vision,
Trapped,
In a blissful prison,
Of steamy sweat and moans,
Her heat runs through my bones,
I am lost in erotic tones,
From primitive times,
"I am yours,"she whispers,
As she goes down on all fours,
Orgasms in twos threes and fours,
She unlocks,
Her windows and doors,
Unleashing taboo fantasies,
She's raw ecstacy,
She's raw ecstacy.
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