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Adon

like the brazen horns
wide pale lips
crackle and crust like the
floating golden
autumn leaves
dark brown eyes
search me
as deep as the earth
in the eyes grows fire
stuck burning me
deeper deeper
ahhhh
insatiable
I feel you go
fingers like roots planting around hollows tunnels like worms digging into my hot rotten dust
plant you energy in me
wash me with a glance
sweat beads dances off tight skin as you pound in the dirt
making it mud with your wet tongue
planting seed in me
scorching my earth
brazen horns play
as your fingers dance in me
moshing against
the red velvet walls
the dark marbles roll back into the face
as you plant in me
erratic splendid joy
inescapable slick earth
swallows you whole digging
digging
constant arousal
diving into the mud
like a child playing with the grainy liquid
squeezing it between your fingers

but your eyes no longer play with me
you have become cold
rooted
and sold
no longer digging in cold mud for gold
Written by chubbybuttcakes
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