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Give it up,

lets just fuck.

If it helps,

we'll both get drunk.

Grab your clothes,

and rip them off.

Tongues twirl,

with lips so soft.



Feel my hand

run up your thigh.

Feel my fingers,

so deep inside.



I dream of you

and hear your moan.

Now that it's true,

we've found our home.

Think of this

when you're all alone.

And reap the rewards

my seed has sown.



Serotonin deprived,

my cure is sex.

Leaving hickies

on our necks.

One is down

between your breasts.

Hold me down,

hands on my chest.



The warmth of you,

coming onto me.

No one's here,

they'll never see.

Your heart's locked,

sex is the key.

It's going in,

in one, two, three.



If this is wrong,

it's my favorite sin.

If your body's the prize,

I'm going to win.

But I should warn you

before we begin.

It's going to hurt,

seven inches in.