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Shallow Thinking
I'm thinking of a shallow movement now:
That ripple, as I'm breathing in and out;
The quiver of my flesh, as I kowtow,
Reminding of surrender. I'm about
To concede and commence wilful drowning;
Muscles will liquefy; I lose control -
Which sir will seize, assured he'll be owning
My body and my mind. I know the role:
Sir may ascribe to me intense yearning
To be pressed down upon a bed or floor;
He'll sense my throat is dry and almost burning;
It needs a cock to fill it, (I'm a whore);
Sir will use this prop to stop the sinking:
Face fucks compensate for shallow thinking.
That ripple, as I'm breathing in and out;
The quiver of my flesh, as I kowtow,
Reminding of surrender. I'm about
To concede and commence wilful drowning;
Muscles will liquefy; I lose control -
Which sir will seize, assured he'll be owning
My body and my mind. I know the role:
Sir may ascribe to me intense yearning
To be pressed down upon a bed or floor;
He'll sense my throat is dry and almost burning;
It needs a cock to fill it, (I'm a whore);
Sir will use this prop to stop the sinking:
Face fucks compensate for shallow thinking.
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