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With eyes drawn...

With eyes still drawn and soft ball grip,
inbetween my thighs, i
secure the tip.

Stiff

teasing, eas-
ing...
POP!

The seal is broken,
Masturbation by inhalation.
My nostrils bow down,
time,
for Eden's grind

slowly,
firmly,
cranking the handle,
around, around, and around...
three-hundred and 69 degrees.
No instant gratification for these buckling seeds.

Essence dominates time,

The fire burns, the water seethes, the whistle trills.
This morning i thirst for black,
full of vigor, and...
a froth
finish.


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