One + One might = Three

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48075
United States
42° 27' 34.452" N, 83° 14' 23.6184" W

when we're in the mood
when we're in this place

when the temperature rises
and our hearts start to race

and in between heavy breathing
accompanied by low moans

our body's needing
while my mind can't even roam

then it all goes wrong
it all just stop

with an imperfection of the song
a latex pop

then he pulled out
face full of dread

and i never gave a shout
when he got up and fled

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MVP-Most Valuable Poet

powerful poem

this is a poem that is indeed a wake up call to folks

keep writing and build off this idea

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