Limericks...By Lea Anne Stoughton

My soul and my legs he splits wide. 
From him I have nothing to hide. 
It sounds so cliché 
To say to this way, 
But this man—oh, I need him inside. 
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I love when you get that sweet grin, 
And the feel of your breath on my skin. 
My hands long to trace 
The curves of your face. 
Ah, love, soon I'll see you again.