Oh minister!
Pinch me so I can know I’m not dreaming.
Peeking my head over the blanket as I turn to face you.
You tell me you enjoy my touch, for it is just as good as having sex.
So I make sure to rub all of you.
My fingers gliding across your warm skin.
I can feel how relax you’ve become.
Listening to your breathing, you and I are now breathing as one.
Oh minister, morning has come. Will you stay a little longer?
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