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Intercourse
INTERCOURSE
The word is penetration,
That’s when he sticks it in,
But the thrill comes a bit later,
With a shot of ol’ semen.
The grinding of the pubes,
And the fondling by the hands,
Adds much to the experience,
Like waves against the sand.
Perspiration on the forehead,
The body bright with sweat,
The thrusting of the pelvis,
The skin a brilliant red.
The arching of the back,
The thrusting of the hips,
The starlight in the eyes,
The softness of her lips.
When God designed humanity,
Much thought He must have had,
How the passion would be shared,
Between the lady and her lad.
His plan was very simple,
But magnificent you see,
The man’s erected phallus,
And her womb of majesty.
So next time when you are loving,
Next time when you’re having sex,
Feel free to let it all hang out,
“My God, I’m cumming; please, Kleenex!”
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Hybrid Mode
