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The Change
In sun, in darkness, lives the change. A whore,
Whose hole is quite devoted to my come,
Will live so she can change for evermore,
And learn to love the fluid, as I drum
The message home by shunting in her mouth,
A prelude to another perfect fuck;
And, when I head from lips to further south,
I'll let her kiss my balls, before she's stuck
Upon her master's prick, lost in the dark
Of her slight hole, then shiny in the light;
And, soon, she sighs again before I park
The lurid member in that hole so tight;
And when I am quite ready and we're done
The whore will live to change my dark to sun.
Whose hole is quite devoted to my come,
Will live so she can change for evermore,
And learn to love the fluid, as I drum
The message home by shunting in her mouth,
A prelude to another perfect fuck;
And, when I head from lips to further south,
I'll let her kiss my balls, before she's stuck
Upon her master's prick, lost in the dark
Of her slight hole, then shiny in the light;
And, soon, she sighs again before I park
The lurid member in that hole so tight;
And when I am quite ready and we're done
The whore will live to change my dark to sun.
Published 6th Jan 2016
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