my heart beatin and beatin like the soul of an african drum//
blood rushin through every canal of my manhood provokin the expecing cum//
the scent of loves perfume is easily noticed with it's presence//
my tounge begins to dance as it's ready to taste her essence//
our bodies meet with heat, with sweat pumping from every pore//
and as i proceed to speak in tounges she's screamin "more baby more"//
with her orgasim approaching she shivers with every touch//
she pulls me up looks in my eyes and whispers "baby you're just too much"//
i begin kissing her neck holding her tight and clenching her butt//
secretly smiling as she moans and groans wih thrust after thrust//
she rolls me onto my back straddles me as if to ride me into the sunset//
up and down back and forward i'm surprised i haven't cummed yet//
from the bed to the floor, to the wall to the door//
from to point of ecstacy to where our bodies become sore//
with compashionate aggression my baby knows that she is mine//
cause we raced through her favoite postions but slowed down at 69//

in my opinion i thought this was pretty ok but i need crit aight holla back

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shut the fuck up

even if i stutter i'll still sh-sh-shit on you/ pun

dead in middle of little of little italy
little did we know that we riddle
some middle man who didn't do ditally/ pun