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The Art of LosingControl (The Journey Across the Lazy, White River)
I cum, down a lazy, white river
each and every day
by railway
by trail way
by caravan
across Arab sands
effortlessly
drifting on a wanton memory
of you
I cum.....
…..I'm in you
you're in me and I ride
your haunches like a
powerful steed-built to breed
by purpose of design
we are connected
down upon our bended knees,
oh how you please me
the way your intimacy
squeezes me
this wet union of kindred souls
loosing control
a fiercely, undulating locomotion......
….no one can “fuck me” like you do
and the words
hypnotize
seeing with the mind,
my third eye blinded
as the flow from your lips
breaking the silent air,
with lust in refrain
“fuck me”
and the froth of a white river
juxtaposes itself against the hues
of your beautiful, tanned skin
abstract lines and shapes
juices of sensuality
drip from lips
that stand agape.....
…..my lust flows
from your spent lips
etching it's way along the insides
of your thighs, my cum
along this lazy, creamy white river, losing all control
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