It's raw when two people lie naked and push against one another.
It's raw when their skin burns and their mouths tangle, completely lost without a care or a bother,
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When friction drives you mad and hands are everywhere,
And momentum is chasing both of you and you're breathing the sparse air you're both roughly struggling to share,
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One is grunting and one is moaning,
Both are carnal sounds that are trying to convey abandon with endless haggard intoning.
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Say when, say if,
Say please and then go stiff,
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Are you handling it? Is it too hard, too fast, too raw?
Legs shaking, throat's aching, and cuffs are starting to gnaw,
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When sweat gleams down your skin and juices flow between you,
And bodies collides, sounds burst, and you both get that heavenly ten second view.
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It's raw when two bodies in the aftermath then just lies and catches their breaths, all of their muscles in pain,
But what is truly raw is when one smirks slowly to the other and then huskily whispers; "again?"
