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Masturbation Session - 2

There aint a place, i havent embraced, with the drops of my seed
At that pace, i have graced, each and every deed
As i chase, your face, i feel the need
In that case, it's a race, i m hitting my speed

Pulling out, rubbing it, i feel it's greed
It was a drought, now it's lit, boiled up mead
I got no doubt, its the slit, where i had to feed
On that route, first i spit, it's like weed

It's just in minds, yet feeling real, as i plead
Its just blinds, it's in the feel, wish you were kneed
None of your kinds, you just steal, and you only lead
I play rewinds, and i squeal, it's a screed.


Note:
Seed - referred to cum, jizz, semen, sperm
Mead - alcholic beverage created by honey and water
Slit - referred as pussy, vagina
Squeal - high pitched noise
Screed - piece of writing
Written by Mssukser (A Struggling Poet)
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