Sex 4
I know of a man so rigid at heart;
His claims are so tender by juicy touch,
Hosted so hot by pricks urge or stab smart,
More simple when she hold on to her clutch.
When soulmate encounter transient distance,
All he is proud of is his principle,
But when his memory lost in romance,
Penetrating through is the principal.
He has learnt to be good three days earlier,
Her grace never mind to see his caution,
Such act's addendum crave a tip barrier,
To anchor his gut in continuation.
Treat them real special not only for sex,
A means masked by which they become complex.
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