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Stud's Lament (with tongue in cheek of your choice) Baby, I hear you and feel your pain; can understand you might at times consider your luscious body not a temple but prison where your soul-- which I can see is sweet and shapely --has been locked away into solitary behind doors so dammed good looking < no one wants to bother with what's within them, 'cause you are that fine, I, too, have wished could be ruled by lust alone, lose myself in splendors of the flesh without hearing my spirit screams for release from simple profane pleasures, shudder at the addicts' gaze of those who've only known me through shallow nights of mind blowing passion as their ticket to flights of ecstasy beyond anything they ever knew before. You and I, we understand even if they do not, that what we seek is more than feel of supple tongue and eager lips, lies beyond talent and knowledge for evoking endless orgasms between silken sheets, endures past inexhaustible vigor; an endless variety of positions is no substitute for the complications of love, the deeper desire for mating of hearts. This bar, this meat market, is no place for two such as we to discuss matters so profound; where the eyes upon us both merely flicker with hunger of the moment. Let's go where we may, without distraction, explore what we've each suppressed too long over a bottle of chilled Chablis before a crackling fire and together, perhaps find answers before the coming of dawn. I'll even buy you breakfast.
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