So Much Fun

He met her once but knew her twice,
He was what she needed the added spice.
The intensity of hidden passion burned,
Between the two they knew they yearned.
They needed the touch of fire who knew?
Each held the fire of sin, enough for two.
He made her shudder, she made him groan,
The experienced passion could never be learned alone.
And as they rocked and quickly two became one,
Who could have known sin was so much fun

poem by Astrid Alexander
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