A Skill
No need for satin sheet soliloquies,
I want you uninhibited and raw;
Pull my hair lose all the sweet nothings,
with feather soft lace I will outdraw;
Intoxication I won’t tire,
trap me do whatever you will;
Fill me with such sure desire,
staying hardcore is a skill.
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