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Under The Spell Of Higher Learning

Each delicate stroke
fogging my eyes,
reason has no place here
while I submit
to your knowledge
mapping my cock
to your grip
to your mouth,
demanding my respect
in each controlled measure
hesitant to mount
until you have me begging,
panting for that elusive need
to fill you with my yearning,
to be absorbed
in the glue
to bond our bodies
in this glorious fusion,
insuring your bad boy
gets his due lesson
in proper manners.




Tenderloin
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