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Massage

Hot  oil upon a willing back 

Her senses fight a heart attack 

A trickle finds a route all of it\'s own 

His hand distributes even strokes 

The tenderness that lust evokes 

Her inhibitions exit with a groan 

Their shadows merge into a dance 

The candlelight\'s wink at romance 

Illuminates the scene with naked flame 

Her protests don\'t amount to much

His ever more intrusive touch 

A gasp escapes her mouth to form his name 

She turns gyrating wanton hips 

He met her soft demanding lips 

His tongue prepares her canvas for more oil

His hands return to late to slow 

Her tsunami\'s ecstatic flow 

Her passion needs release when brought to boil 

She looks up with impatient eyes 

Pulls him on top of thrusting thighs 

The wildcat she had caged is running free 

She scratches nibbles tears and bites 

His skin responds to these delights 

By making sure she hits o number three