Sometimes they come across
his ex girl friend whom he
once dated passionately.
Those nights, says his
wife, are hot hot nights,
nights ever to remember
never to be forgotten -
delightful, delicious nights.
Does he think of her when
making love to me?
I don't care, I don't care
so long he does it showing
the whole white galaxy to me
all night, all night in
bed with me, deliciously.
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