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He's after mine that was her quick epiphanic deduction,
Lose all inhibitions, throw caution to the wind, that's called seduction.
But you know you want my touch,
I can make your skin boil.
I keep the sex fresh,
Like leftovers and tinfoil.
Guava taste from your well of creation
Sex drive inclination,
And sonorous sounds of subtle elation.
Slightly, slowly, and sliding in,
I lightly, lithely, make my way in.
Her body is hungry and avast, I'm the waiter,
I deliver fast, I'm no Drake but you can thank me later.
The love has amassed thickly in the room with we,
We is all that we need,
Encore, encore she begs and pleads.
No one time can be like the other
You should learn or you'll quickly discover.
That each time has it's own way, different and unique
And love has no skill set, tricks or techniques...
Allow me to enlighten you in the captivating and prestigious art,
We can start by piecing your puzzled heart preceding my depart.
I've got the knowledge to teach you however witty and clever,
Just open your ears, pull your pencil, and call me Professor.
