your flowing lines and curvaceous figure, beckoning me to use you as I
wish to my hearts content. What have I done to hurt you my sweet lady,
have I not been respectful in every way? Have I grinded your coping or
chipped your concrete? I think not. So why tease me in to riding
faster and smoother and higher, only to change form beneath me,
causing me to come crashing down on to my delicate body?
You are like a siren to the sailors of old. I know you have played
this trick on many a man before, and many more will follow. Like them,
I will return time and again, aware of your plans but uncaring. I am
under your spell.
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