'Whats the triple X throw down?'
my face holds a quizzical frown,
whisper in my ear what it means
bed now! Please! Removed jeans.
The horizontal monster mash
bed squeaks as we roll and thrash,
'whats this position?', I ask my dear,
bent twisted, 'Ow!' Finger in my ear.
Afterwards in a sweaty heap in bed
anything like that again, I'll be dead.
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