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A Mere Thrill
She takes much more from him than the sweet wash
Of wine that she inhales from his breath;
Just hold me now, she thinks, I’ll feel the crush
Of your embrace - it’s all that there is left
To give me real pleasure in the end;
And, yes, my end needs pleasuring indeed
I’ll crave the dampened fusion, as I bend,
The cock and cunt – oh come to me and feed
Your length into my sex – I want the girth
To fill me with the fury of your lust
I want the passion now – I want the birth
Of new excitement to be, as it must,
An age that never finishes, until
I’ve taken more from you than a mere thrill…
Of wine that she inhales from his breath;
Just hold me now, she thinks, I’ll feel the crush
Of your embrace - it’s all that there is left
To give me real pleasure in the end;
And, yes, my end needs pleasuring indeed
I’ll crave the dampened fusion, as I bend,
The cock and cunt – oh come to me and feed
Your length into my sex – I want the girth
To fill me with the fury of your lust
I want the passion now – I want the birth
Of new excitement to be, as it must,
An age that never finishes, until
I’ve taken more from you than a mere thrill…
Published 12th Jul 2016
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