Now piercèd is her virgin zone; She feels the foe within it. She hears a broken amorous groan, The panting lover's fainting moan, Just in the happy minute.

John Wilmot
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To feel the heat of desire zing through your body, to hear the passionate moan of your lover and to find yourself inching one hand towards her is a very powerful moment. The more you move her, the warmer it feels and the more excited she becomes. The warm sensation of desire and passion is more than enough of a thrill to get you through this struggle, but the sooner it is over, the better.

Source: The Complete Poems

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