Pushing her against the wall,
She just misses the nail
He tore the painting off of,
She moans as he pushes deeper
Into her, as he
Ever so gentlemanly,
Kisses her forehead
Whilst doing so.
She holds on
Not willing to give up
When he hits the spot and
Pleasure meets pain halfway,
She trips on heaven,
Asking for more,
Calling out his name.
It was like never before to him
Their love rather rare.
A force
To reckon with
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