Hot
I need pleasure
In the coldest
Chi weather
Tickled by his feather
The real thing
Tough leather
Creating sexcapades
Deuces wild
An Ace and Spade
Transformed
The color Jade
Reminiscing on stories played
As the music starts to fade
Our clothes are stripped away
But to scream to the heavens
Is a lovely price to pay
For this mundane slay.
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