THE MAGIC OF SEX

The man took my hand
Took me under the leaves

He kissed me there
Pulling his arms from his sleeves

Standing there naked
Erected and shaking...

He bent and spread open there
Tight for the taking

He tasted like hunger
He tasted like blow

He moaned as he throbbed
As I entered him slow

And the grip of him there
In the jungle laid bare
It was worth all our lives we'd spent lusting

But what I found complex
Was the Magic of Sex
We worked through our pain with the thrusting...


Written By Jason Wright
AUGUST 21, 2006

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