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Eternity
Sir said he could spend eternity buried
In the deep recesses of my sweet cunt;
His tongue would sink into the so serried
Ranks of my sculpted love lips, his owning
Me undisturbed by all the mounting want,
As who needs care or a degree of stealth
To stimulate lullabies of moaning;
And, when he slid his lips down to the wealth
Of virgin rear, this once ensured I brought
Him heaven: the eternity he's sought.
In the deep recesses of my sweet cunt;
His tongue would sink into the so serried
Ranks of my sculpted love lips, his owning
Me undisturbed by all the mounting want,
As who needs care or a degree of stealth
To stimulate lullabies of moaning;
And, when he slid his lips down to the wealth
Of virgin rear, this once ensured I brought
Him heaven: the eternity he's sought.
Published 19th Oct 2014
| Edited 2nd Sep 2017
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