I loved his taste in music,
The way he knew the right song to play,
For the right moment, on the the perfect day.
When we linked up again,
No one would be home to interrupt.
All my interest was in that affair,
And not a single soul could disrupt.
The way his stroke game could match the beat,
The way he would try and hold out before admitting defeat.
We'd both gotten our stress relief,
And it was back to playing pretend, happily.
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RomanceA woman relives the sexual endeavors that contributed to not only a night of long lasting euphoria, and orgasmic tears but an entire era. Despite the thrill, she couldn't evade the heartbreak and gloomy energy that would eventually take over. "Who...
