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Moisture
The moisture of excited cunt
Will never blunt
The edge of appetite, but as
Sir's hard cock probes, there is a lull
Before all thrust and must and lust is satisfied
In press and prod, in push and perch
Against the cuntal door still shut
But
She is not left to merely gaze:
She spreads herself and will soon raise
Her backside, knowing all sir's ways
And how that hardness wants to praise
Her moisture with those sudden sprays
All days (and nights) and, yes, always.
Will never blunt
The edge of appetite, but as
Sir's hard cock probes, there is a lull
Before all thrust and must and lust is satisfied
In press and prod, in push and perch
Against the cuntal door still shut
But
She is not left to merely gaze:
She spreads herself and will soon raise
Her backside, knowing all sir's ways
And how that hardness wants to praise
Her moisture with those sudden sprays
All days (and nights) and, yes, always.
Published 27th Aug 2014
| Edited 2nd Sep 2017
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