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In the darkness of the night and you lie in bed alone, do you call my name
do you remember the the bedroom game
the silence of the beating heart
as you waited for the start
of the pain and pleasure that filled the night
I wonder as you lay alone in bed, if you call my name
The way you learnt in sex there is no shame
As the wax ran down your naked breasts
and the ways I found your pleasure threshold to test
Your womanhood burning with desire my tongue adding to your fire
As you hold your pillow between your legs and lie alone in bed, do you still call my name
Have you ever found pleasure the same
The orgasms as sweet
The passing out from tiredness and deep fulfilling sleep
Do you remember, do you still call my name
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I just love people who use the excuse "I use/do this because I LOVE the feeling/joy/happiness it brings me" and expect you to be ok with that as you watch them destroy their life blindly following. My response is, "I like to put forks in an eletrical socket, just LOVE that feeling, can't ever get enough of it, so will you let me put this copper fork in that electric socket?"
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