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Love

He made love to me,
Like there was only love to make.
Kissed my ugly scars,
Melted my fears away.
He stirred my fucking soul,
Set my adrenaline aflame.
Traced his curious lips,
To the forbidden nooks of my core.
He fondled with my breasts,
Groaned a little too softly.
Kissed my clavicle,
Liberated my captured phantasms.
He then, oh so smoothly!
Pierced through my hymen.
His manhood savoring my insides,
Pleasure it was! extreme pleasure.
I watched his cadential movements,
Oh boy! Did he move.
Let out all my horrendous memories,
He let them all loose.
He made love to me,
like there was only love to make.
Like his existence, depended on it.

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