Secrets of Love

Teach me all the dirty secrets of love
I am not a pure and chaste dove
You’re the master from which I’ll learn
Of the many ways there are to yearn

Touch me in all the right places
Make me gasp in your strong embraces
Open my body like a youthful frond
Our tender flesh will faithfully bond

Fluttering with the grace of butterflies
Ascend into heaven in gentle bliss

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