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Your Vortex
"Dear sir, I came this morning: thoughts of you
And thoughts of your consent mean I instruct
Myself to come again, that's what I'll do
Because I rather love it when I'm sucked
Into your vortex, mindful of the role
And place a pet can, truly, find delight
In, as my pussy gently heats; my soul
Will soon accede to the fact that you're right
To use me as you choose, in any way
That pleases you: I'm trusting you, of course,
To care for mind and body; yesterday,
I learned to love your insistence, I'll source
My pleasure from the ideas need implants:
They're just the things to make my fingers dance."
And thoughts of your consent mean I instruct
Myself to come again, that's what I'll do
Because I rather love it when I'm sucked
Into your vortex, mindful of the role
And place a pet can, truly, find delight
In, as my pussy gently heats; my soul
Will soon accede to the fact that you're right
To use me as you choose, in any way
That pleases you: I'm trusting you, of course,
To care for mind and body; yesterday,
I learned to love your insistence, I'll source
My pleasure from the ideas need implants:
They're just the things to make my fingers dance."
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