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As I touch your inner thighs,

I hear your soft spoken moans and cries,

Making love to me through your pleasure filled eyes,

while all along ecstacy spies.

I know what you want,

It's in the cleariest font.

Just don't tease and taunt,

because I'm at that level

where I could make your body bevel

and bring shame to the devel.