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If your walls could speak,
Would they talk about us
And the things we've done,
As silent they've stood witness?
Would they tell of how
You've anxiously turned me to face them,
Impatiently shoving against,
As soon as I've stepped through your door...
Your left hand holding my neck firmly,
The right dropping my defenses to my ankles,
Fingers exploring realms,
Soaking in delight?
Would they express how you've made me squirm,
And burn with an uncontrollable desire;
How I've moaned for you to go deep inside,
With swelling lips begging to be hushed?
Would they disclose how you force me to the floor,
Down on all fours,
While I've whimpered and writhed,
Like a dog, begging for more?
And of how I've pleaded with you,
To drive in from behind,
As they've watched without a sound,
Us imitating two animals in a mating ritual?
Would they voice how you've raised me from the ground,
Thighs straddling your waist,
As you slipped inside, legs wrapped around,
For a ride to your bedroom,
Leaving them to wonder what comes next?