Le Crack of Dawn...

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Sticky toffee moments
As
Titans wrestle
Where wriggles and sweat pound writhing sheets
Conscious thoughts are thrust abandoned
Thunderous movements bound
Meat thrashes meat

Sweat beads slip through tightened lips
Down doth slither
To
Taut knuckles grasp hurtling hips

Abandoned dans le maneuvers of lust
Time meanders irrelevant
She does....  so enjoy
Her thorough fill
Though by Dawns Crack
Will

Be pleasures reclined on auld soiled sheets
As seamen de-board
Where dusk till dawn
Titans choose to
Meat