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I Love to Plumb the Lengths of You

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I love to plumb the lengths of you,
As first I tongue your open want,
And wear your essence as my beard,
With gasps and growls that bid me rise.

In opened mouth that draws me in,
I love to plumb the lengths of you.
With spreading fingers, seek your prize,
My develing thumb, your tighter shrine.

With hardened want that drives it on,
You bury me within your depths.
I love to plumb the lengths of you,
As knees on shoulders press for more.

You turning, offer darker home,
Yet guide my way with moans of joy,
And bucking take me all within,
I love to plumb the lengths of you.