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Conjuring my past

Sir conjures with my past: that way he'll find � �
The friendships that I've made with other girls; � �
Because he likes his pleasures well-combined, � �
Sir takes me to a dreamland, where the furls � �
Of other tight, young sexes are engaged � �
With my lips and my fingers; when he spreads � �
My pussy with his hardness; he can gauge � �
The depths that he soon sinks to as he weds � �
His cock to cunt; my mouth works on those chits, � �
Who wriggle in his head; then he will fuck � �
Me bottom up; gripping my "girlish" tits, ��
His mind's-eye sees how his pet used to suck � �
The juices of teen lovelies; will he last? � �
Or splash me, conjuring my Sapphic past?