Ego

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I never knew a day would come
When I'd have to write about a man's ego
Giggling like the whipped Barbie I've become
My fingers type words your eyes are currently set upon

His recipe is masculinity's epitome
His pace brings sensations that are completely welcome
His rhythm I swear cannot be outdone
The overall effect, I'm afraid I'd never overcome

"I like them wide apart," he whispers in that commanding tone
The resulting shudders and tingles, with open arms I welcome
Direct slams and angular glides take me to a place I'm sorry you can't come
Minutes elapse and thunderous waves crash, with a satisfied smile I accept the impressive outcome

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