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Marathon

We just did a marathon, but we
didn't use our feet. Just one sultry
kiss and we ignited the heat.
Legs entwined on a bed of satin
Sheets.

Engrossed with love making for
hours. Holding my climax hostage
with your sword because it has
the power. Bumping and grinding
until I've given you every petal on
my internal flower.

Arching my back as I place scratches
on yours. Losing count of how many
times I came, I believe I stopped
around three or four. Im so hot I 
just need you to douse this flame.

We just did a marathon of sex. To hot
for Tv because it's rated X. Nowhere
near the pages of any book because
of the steamy subject. It still makes me
want you when I sit back and reflect.

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