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“My soul aches for your touch,
as c**k enters, I gasp,
savoring the sound of your breath,
we soon move as one,
the dance from the dawn of time,
our love, bodies entwined
the sheets hold secrets
which only you and I know.”
Melanie stopped and looked up from her paper.
“Well, that’s it.” She finally said, scanning the room for approval from her peers.
After an awkward silence, her classmates gave an appropriately muted round of applause.
“Very nice, Melanie,” Dr. Fontaine said. “Before we get some peer feedback from the group, is there anything you wanted to tell us about your poem?”
Armando knew this question would not result in their secret being revealed to the class, his student was too smart to blurt out “I love you, Armando!”
He also knew that they were probably giving
