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THESE ARE THE DAYS THAT LIBERATE ME
Title and inspiration from the last line of Shadow Starzz's "Moments", from which the picture is also taken.
These are the days that liberate me -
When I get on top of your body.
Four legs, on four legs, the scene does make
As of your cock I advantage take.
On your uprightness myself I place,
With my nipples hanging down to your face,
Make temptations, to which you succumb,
To mouth them, as if I were your mum
When you, as weak infant depended
For your life's food on these appended.
Eagerly I rock my hips forth and back,
Drawing you more deeply into my crack,
Your firm hands holding my rump in place
As to the light I turn up my face
When Seventh Heaven is in my grasp,
My Hosanna comes out in each gasp.
My unribbonned hair hangs wild and free
As I live out the confident Me,
Firmly keeping you from getting up
Until I've taken all from this tup,
All of your length, all drops of your seed
I'm going to exact from this deed,
Leave on you my firmest impression,
Avenging the age-old oppression
Of female ancestors by the male.
By doing you, I rewrite the tale.
These are the days that liberate me -
When I get on top of your body.
Four legs, on four legs, the scene does make
As of your cock I advantage take.
On your uprightness myself I place,
With my nipples hanging down to your face,
Make temptations, to which you succumb,
To mouth them, as if I were your mum
When you, as weak infant depended
For your life's food on these appended.
Eagerly I rock my hips forth and back,
Drawing you more deeply into my crack,
Your firm hands holding my rump in place
As to the light I turn up my face
When Seventh Heaven is in my grasp,
My Hosanna comes out in each gasp.
My unribbonned hair hangs wild and free
As I live out the confident Me,
Firmly keeping you from getting up
Until I've taken all from this tup,
All of your length, all drops of your seed
I'm going to exact from this deed,
Leave on you my firmest impression,
Avenging the age-old oppression
Of female ancestors by the male.
By doing you, I rewrite the tale.
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