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POINTING NORTH
I am pointing north,
so I am heading down south,
to her nether mouth.
Gaping and drooling
it awaits to welcome my
whole length squelchingly.
Its room surprises
me; I am at her womb's door.
In it seed will pour.
'Hope you're not pregnant
already', to her I joked.
'Babe's eye would get poked!'
so I am heading down south,
to her nether mouth.
Gaping and drooling
it awaits to welcome my
whole length squelchingly.
Its room surprises
me; I am at her womb's door.
In it seed will pour.
'Hope you're not pregnant
already', to her I joked.
'Babe's eye would get poked!'
Published 21st Jan 2021
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29th Jan 2021 4:30am
Mm.. how did I ever miss this seductive gem my wise poet... and thank goodness I get your point... wink
