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The earthy thumps of the

bed

And moans 

Of the wood

Sound like hooves

As I'm riding

You 

On the bed

You are my horse

Facing backwards

Looking at me

Steady

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Little box

I’m in called a window

With 

The light on

And the blinds

Open

I take off

My pants

For you to see 

everything

From 

My back 

To 

My ass 

I am nude

Bells

And whistles go off 

in my room

I imagine the sensation

like a crack

Of lightning up 

my back

My room light 

casting

a shadow

on my spine 

Between my 

Crevice...

And feeling 

Your eyes 

On me...

I love it 

Las Fresas

Encima de un pastele

No tienes 

Con solo un caigo

Yo Quiero todo

Las fresas,

crema batida

El glaseado

No quiero 

Sexo húmedo 

No puedo

Venir

De eso