We kissed the French way.
We unrobed and together lay.
Our bodies primed for a orgasmic explosion.
Deep inside both of us had that orgasmic emotion.
Moans and groans echoed around.
This sexual tune had a orchestrated sound.
Sweat fell like monsoon rain from our over heated pores.
From our vocal chords came orgasmic roars.
We reached the zenith of our sexual high.
Thats it, no more talk, bye bye.
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I SAW ~ I CAME ~ I CONQUERED ~ The congress of the Ram ! But of course it takes TWO ~ YIN & YANG to Tango ! Sometimes ~ apres sex ~ when I lie in the bed breathing erratically and Angela is already singing in the Shower ~ washing me out of her hair ~ Which of us had really SCORED ! Thanks for sharing ~ a hot BUTTERED CRUMPET for Breakfast ! BRIAN Please check "Strangers in the Night" Thanks B.
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