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I COULD NOT GET HER OFF MYSELF

I could not get her off myself;
She had been so long on the shelf,
Upon me she did quickly climb,
Eagerly embraced our first time.
She’d captivated with her eyes,
Now I was captive in her thighs,
And being pinned down by shoulders,
Her breasts, skin close, felt like boulders.
She soon impressed upon my crutch
How she had longed for this so much.
She leaned upon my fleshly sword,
Building up to an “Omigawd!”
Thrusting onto me up and down
So loud I thought we’d wake the town.
I sum that memory of her
As a “Wham-bam-thank-you-sir!”
That thanks came out in liquid form
Onto my body, wet but warm,
When my spout had just overflowed,
Releasing my seminal load.
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