When I get on top
of you, you're
the world and when
you get on top of me,
you are sun, or moon
depending on cowgirl
face or base. And when
...ahh,
I don't even know what
that is.
Just ace or service return,
and if we can't tell which
or who's up/down/back
first? That's a tennis match,
I guess. I know it's love,
but by crook, snatch, catch
I couldn't rule anything out
of bounds now. Some referee
I am, plowing downfield to
score, and
how.
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