HIS NAME

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          She never knew what to expect,

For he was just a man in a bar she just met,

As he near her his stormy green eyes,

Never left her brown orbs,

He thought about all the positions we was about to submit her into,

Maybe he'd use one finger, two as he would rub her nub,

As she would moan,

Just the thought of having her made his lip switch in anticipation,

He knew  would have her screaming his name.



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