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Clamp to the Bleed
Sex is a band-aid,
a clamp to the bleed,
a halt in the conflict,
but only temporary,
like,
until I plant my seed.
If I had my way,
we’d fuck all night,
into the early morning,
till we make each other scream with delight.
After that happens I can’t hold on much longer,
the tightness of my slit,
you just can’t resist,
I feel the urge to push into you deeper,
I know the idea of me filling you up
with my cum is the biggest,
fucking,
turn on for your creamy wet pussy.
I want this cock throbbing so deep within you.
As you beg,
and you plead,
for your release.
a clamp to the bleed,
a halt in the conflict,
but only temporary,
like,
until I plant my seed.
If I had my way,
we’d fuck all night,
into the early morning,
till we make each other scream with delight.
After that happens I can’t hold on much longer,
the tightness of my slit,
you just can’t resist,
I feel the urge to push into you deeper,
I know the idea of me filling you up
with my cum is the biggest,
fucking,
turn on for your creamy wet pussy.
I want this cock throbbing so deep within you.
As you beg,
and you plead,
for your release.
Published 5th May 2021
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