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Coalescence
How much more union can there be, once I've
United both my arms behind my back?
Sir binds them there, so both my wrists can thrive
In close proximity, while sir attacks
My tits, which he's exposed; so, let him pinch
Those breasts in unison, the flesh combines;
I feel my nipples harden as each inch
Of cock connects with my lips; a tear shines
In my eyes as we integrate; sir welds
New bonds to unify us, let him fuse
Our body parts together; as we meld
And knit together, he will not excuse
Me from amalgamation: I'll not rue
Each join or the cement that means we glue.
United both my arms behind my back?
Sir binds them there, so both my wrists can thrive
In close proximity, while sir attacks
My tits, which he's exposed; so, let him pinch
Those breasts in unison, the flesh combines;
I feel my nipples harden as each inch
Of cock connects with my lips; a tear shines
In my eyes as we integrate; sir welds
New bonds to unify us, let him fuse
Our body parts together; as we meld
And knit together, he will not excuse
Me from amalgamation: I'll not rue
Each join or the cement that means we glue.
Published 25th Mar 2015
| Edited 2nd Sep 2017
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