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Opening his mouth to receive the tender of her

Legs, he knows not to taste the

Inside yet. War is a calculated process.

Victory takes many a stroke to be won.

Intense is his brave

Assault as he flexes his taut muscles

To make this war the war to end all wars.

However, she is obstinate, defiant to surrender her

Opening to the enemy, for she strategized how to

Master this territory as her own. Yet, as he

Plunges forward, her frontline penetrated,

She gasps with concession! Tactfully, he has

Obliterated her defenses, leaving her speechless with only a

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