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.:Our Wet Worth:.

Since my capture, this rapture
Brought on by you as my mistress
I think I�ve been a pretty astute witness

And�you?

You�re the Seasoned One
The one who keeps making this..
The one who keep�s shaping, then reshaping this
Right into another�another let�s cum again �til it�s over

You
& Your
Slithering down as you do this
Seamlessly & softly without sound
Pound for precious pound; me without trust
As I join you entirely in lust

I�m here again�lifting you
While I�m wondering briefly what they would do?
As I �think� I�m having you
Following me along
But you, at the head of the game
Doing away with your thong

All the while.. wallowing in my eyes
Here where you've certainly moved the son to rise
You with your stopping, then staring
That insightful glaring�that
Smile that says style

Whispering, �We�re going to be here and we�re going to be here for awhile� �

Yes, again I�m starting..
Gratified for another chance beginning
Figuring you�re only in this for the winning
Once again as you mount...
You trusting me; trusting there�s enough digits to count
Yes you are that mistress. It�s your business
Prevailing in your scaling of another peak
Yes, that�s a double yes�Yes you are �The Freak�
Each thrust for lust; no fuss for the weak
Certainly, right now your passion is everything we seek
The wetted beak; garnering its treasure, this
The mad grab for some tempered pleasure �

Our mutual lust, perhaps it still attracts
No wait, assuredly again I�m jacking facts
Because a life that�s styled becomes all that matters
Wherein each empty purse just rips then tatters
This happened the very moment you came into view
Wherein you had already taken all what belongs to you

The air
The oxygen
and

whom-ever you do.