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If our walls could speak,
Would they talk about us
And the things we’ve done,
As silently they witness?

Would they tell of how
You anxiously turn me to face them,
Impatiently shoving me against,
As soon as I step through your door...

Your left hand holding my neck firmly,
Right dropping defenses to ankles,
Fingers exploring realms,
Soaking in delight?

Would they express how you make me squirm,
And burn with uncontrollable desire;
How I moan for you to be deep inside,
Swelling lips begging to be hushed?

Would they disclose how you force me to the floor,
Down on all fours,
While I whimper and writhe,
Like a dog, begging for more?

And of how I plead with you,
To drive yourself in from behind,
As they stand watching without a sound,
Us imitating two animals in a mating ritual?

Would they voice how you raise me from the ground,
Lifting me to face you, thighs straddling your waist,
As you slip inside, my legs wrap around,
Riding to your bedroom,

Leaving them to wonder what comes next?

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