Rest in my pussy Charles no more thrusting Tessa said just seed me
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In shadows cast by moonlit grace,
Where whispers float, our dreams embrace,
Tessa's voice, a gentle plea,
"Rest now, Charles, and set us free."
The night awaits its quiet song,
No rush, no thrust, just where we belong,
In stillness found a new dawn's weave,
With love's soft seed, we gently breathe.