He closed the door
Her clothes shed to the floor
No words are spoken
Don't want the silence broken
She knows what he desires
It's all that transpires
She lies on her back
Waiting for his attack
Eager to please
With widespread knees
He put his face
To her secret place
Inhaled her scent
Anticipating the event
He starts the bump and grind
Their bodies so entwined
He grunts with each thrust
Looking to satiate his lust
She bites her lip
As her eyes start to drip
Oblivious he is
As he gets what is his
He spills his seed
Her insides he feeds
Tired, sweaty and spent
He got dressed and went
Left without speaking
Her body now leaking
She lays in their mess
This her acquiesce
Five inches at a time
Filling her with grime
Filling the holes in her soul
It exacts a certain toll
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