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She looked into my eyes as if to beg,

as I've seen it many times before.

That desire welling up deep within,

as she reached for her favorite lube.



I knew she wanted that sweet pain,

that pain in the ass that turns her on.

That forlorn look always made me throb

with such delightful anticipation.



I could smell the fragrance of the lube,

it always reminded me of applesauce.

Not the scent I would normally choose,

but she always seemed to love it so.



As she bent over I applied it ever so gently,

first sliding one finger into her tightness.

Slowly adding a second and then a third,

until I knew she was ready to receive me.



Carefully I positioned myself to enter her,

giving her time to relax in that special way.

Then slowly, ever so slowly I pushed,

feeling her giving way to my gentle thrust.



Giving way to her passion.

Giving way to her desire.

Giving way to her lust.