We were making love so heated,
You were sucking, I was licking!
Moaning, fucking, unabated,
All the house was walls-a-kicking!
Enigma sang along in chorus,
Long and deep our kisses grew,
Then you rode me, wild and porous,
All my dreams came coming true!
Sting was weeping at our sighing,
Moaning out of jealousy,
To our "ohs" and "ahs" replying,
He stopped playing just to see!
In our orgasms we were drowning,
Soaring high in unison,
Then exhausted, no more clowning,
To a heaven we had won!
We were making love
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