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That Fateful Churn
She knows about the churn; she knows the ache:
It makes all life impossible without
The smile in his eyes, that seems to make
Her want to suck him harder; and all doubt,
That he won’t fuck her further than her dreams
And fantasies, evaporates away;
So, when he lunges, yes, the sweet bitch creams
And squeezes round his cock; so that the play
Becomes much more intense and every thrust
Delights them both and makes them both recall
That this is all they want; and, so, they trust
In their excitement, made quite possible
By pleasure’s sweet taste, making them burn
As every ache adds to that fateful churn
It makes all life impossible without
The smile in his eyes, that seems to make
Her want to suck him harder; and all doubt,
That he won’t fuck her further than her dreams
And fantasies, evaporates away;
So, when he lunges, yes, the sweet bitch creams
And squeezes round his cock; so that the play
Becomes much more intense and every thrust
Delights them both and makes them both recall
That this is all they want; and, so, they trust
In their excitement, made quite possible
By pleasure’s sweet taste, making them burn
As every ache adds to that fateful churn
Published 22nd Oct 2015
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