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Lucidity
The only words he utters sound like grunts,
When he's on top of me and pressing in;
Who needs lucidity, when there are cunts
To enter, fill and fuck? I should begin
To thrust back up at him, show him my joy(!)
And wrap my thighs around him, so he feels
I'm quite in tune with him (being his toy);
I wonder if he likes my cries and squeals?
And will they take him to that turning point,
With business nearly done, and he can splash
His lust across my loins and, thus, anoint
His chosen playing field? And, then, can crash
Into a dreamless sleep, as he ensures
My devotion is deepened by his snores.
When he's on top of me and pressing in;
Who needs lucidity, when there are cunts
To enter, fill and fuck? I should begin
To thrust back up at him, show him my joy(!)
And wrap my thighs around him, so he feels
I'm quite in tune with him (being his toy);
I wonder if he likes my cries and squeals?
And will they take him to that turning point,
With business nearly done, and he can splash
His lust across my loins and, thus, anoint
His chosen playing field? And, then, can crash
Into a dreamless sleep, as he ensures
My devotion is deepened by his snores.
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