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the innocense
painted
upon porcelain flesh,
that which you
seem to do the best
she
leads
me
down
a
path
to her other side,
the darkness
there it resides
it stimulates me.....(and no one else knows)
oh have sympathy for this moorish beast
captivated by
your tan and brown
sculpted flesh and bone
skin tone like a marbled quilt
my hands want to caress
holding you close to the vest.....
….pussy soft and wet
my nails peel aside
the false facade
of her mocha skin
her aura draws me in
my palms burn
as
my hands spank
her soft, gentle ass......red
no angst,
anger
found inside my head
feeding off the lust
that flows
from within her soul
having no control
hypnotized
by her
captivating lips
her eyes
streams of hot
sexual energy
that flood the inside
of her thick thighs
how they quiver and shake
streaming
into
puddles
upon
the
killing
floor
oh to fuck this sweet little
whore.....
….into madness
love and lust
inside
my throbbing
cock,
pulsing
side
to side
pounding
seething, beating.....
….her devilish smile
hiding behind
the face of
the innocence
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