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Sensual Penetrations
I want to spread her legs
Like they are rumours
These fantasies in my head
Are swelling like they are tumours.
I feel like I’m connecting with her Nerve to nerve
Per point of contact with her body
I’m not a pervert, but sex is the only thing
That makes a man cry while he’s happy.
It’s not normal to copulate this way
But it gets u asking “isn’t it really?”
Because a herb was thrown on the surface of
the earth
And it gets volumes of your blood racing against
each other.
These sensual penetrations are not something of
your mind
But feelings derived from a plant
To show you all this time you were blind.
Like they are rumours
These fantasies in my head
Are swelling like they are tumours.
I feel like I’m connecting with her Nerve to nerve
Per point of contact with her body
I’m not a pervert, but sex is the only thing
That makes a man cry while he’s happy.
It’s not normal to copulate this way
But it gets u asking “isn’t it really?”
Because a herb was thrown on the surface of
the earth
And it gets volumes of your blood racing against
each other.
These sensual penetrations are not something of
your mind
But feelings derived from a plant
To show you all this time you were blind.
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