His fingers will run down her chest,
And she'll prepare herself for the best..
He wouldn't have it any other way.

And her back will be arched,
And she'll be biting her lip..
She's loving this..
She always does.

His hands will reach a climax,
And so will her screams.

She'll whisper his name,
And she'll close her eyes,
For a bit more warmth.

And a smirk will be drawn across his face..
Nothing to be ashamed of here,
He's good at what he does..
She'll tell you that, herself.

And he'll kiss,
And he'll carress.

She'll utter his name,
And grip for her pillow.

Yeah, she's loving this..
Yeah, he can't stop thinking about that girl,
That he met at the bar..
Or at work..
He can't remember..
He doesn't care.

And she doesn't know..
She'll never know,
Unless her name slips,
When he tells her that he loves her.

But that won't happen,
Yeah, he's too good at what he does.
 
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