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It felt so…. very, very good (oooo… squirming my body, left to right)
 You know when ones’ forehead is knitted?
 It’s that kind of good... Very good.

The cool of the cotton sheets, over my leg, feet,
 I’m spread out like an eagle, as I go into a spiritual orgasm
 Gripping pillows and smelling fresh clean scents sheets.

A body then places its weight on me,
 It’s heavy
 Like a healthy strong man well in control of me.
 Gliding his fingers in with mine, then gripping them tightly...
 His breathing becomes harder, along with mine
 We are now intertwined ….

He is familiar, maybe he is early and wanted to surprise me,
 But I can’t see him, he is so heavy on top of me...
 It does not matter, this moment is full of climax!
 Of high strong sexual energies,
 Like a burst of huge fireworks and the cry of a violin…

I don’t want this to end…please don’t think...
 I’m thinking it’s him, how else would one get in this house
 He goes on and smells my neck
 Passionately we felt

I reach my hands for his soft thick hair.
 Could it be? Then my eye blaze in fear!
 This is a stranger, how did he get in here! Is it too late now for me?
 He smells once more, I’m perfumed in coconut musk all over my neck
 the voice then whispers and say: “this is the norm here”

I rolled over, as I could not fathom why he was talking in dark sarcasm
 it was not who I had expect or what I had expected.
 It moved from between my legs and sadly left
 I never want to feel that way again, the heated passion followed by a dead confusion

yes human was its form, but it was not human at all…

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