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Afflicted
It’s terribly surprising
That you could grow hard
With these tiny caresses
My hand snakes up your shorts,
Light but greedy touches...
I always marvel at your girth
At the sheen, linear hardness
And I know you didn’t intend for me
To slip off my skirt
Climb on top of you
While you sit up with your back
Against the wall,
Erect and thick,
And I can’t help it
You slip in easily
Fill me full and tight
I'll ride you eager but careful
I desperately need to devour you,
Find your benevolent roots
And heal them with my
Fastidious cunt.
But you find me first, you always do,
These dark, nebulous parts
You womb me
Where pieces of my heart
Lay broken and bruised
Savage, angry remnants
From years ago…
And when I finish
With you
While you still throb hard
And hot deep inside my pussy
I will still be inflamed and irascible
Forever insatiable
Until I can uncover and extinguish
The tedious, injured
Aches from your heart.
That you could grow hard
With these tiny caresses
My hand snakes up your shorts,
Light but greedy touches...
I always marvel at your girth
At the sheen, linear hardness
And I know you didn’t intend for me
To slip off my skirt
Climb on top of you
While you sit up with your back
Against the wall,
Erect and thick,
And I can’t help it
You slip in easily
Fill me full and tight
I'll ride you eager but careful
I desperately need to devour you,
Find your benevolent roots
And heal them with my
Fastidious cunt.
But you find me first, you always do,
These dark, nebulous parts
You womb me
Where pieces of my heart
Lay broken and bruised
Savage, angry remnants
From years ago…
And when I finish
With you
While you still throb hard
And hot deep inside my pussy
I will still be inflamed and irascible
Forever insatiable
Until I can uncover and extinguish
The tedious, injured
Aches from your heart.
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