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The Debris In Her Mind
The debris in her mind is often pushed
To one side to make way for further thoughts;
Her thighs are spread, though he will not be rushed;
And her lips shape - a fashion she's been taught -
Themselves around your girth: they're ever soft
And welcoming, for your thrusts deep within
As time floats by, the sky is grey aloft;
But your instructions are laid and begin
To take control - a case of mastery:
It rides up in the mists and takes the prize;
And makes her yours as you can clearly see;
But that's no matter; given all your sighs,
Surroundings feather, fade and she will find
Its splendour clears the debris from her mind.
To one side to make way for further thoughts;
Her thighs are spread, though he will not be rushed;
And her lips shape - a fashion she's been taught -
Themselves around your girth: they're ever soft
And welcoming, for your thrusts deep within
As time floats by, the sky is grey aloft;
But your instructions are laid and begin
To take control - a case of mastery:
It rides up in the mists and takes the prize;
And makes her yours as you can clearly see;
But that's no matter; given all your sighs,
Surroundings feather, fade and she will find
Its splendour clears the debris from her mind.
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