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PUSSY POUNDING

Your moans-and-groans and breaths are sounding
under my fevered pussy-pounding,
Your walls applaud me like hands clapping,
my balls against your ass-cheeks slapping,
 
My hairy skin on yours, less hirsute,
makes friction on each one's birthday suit
as we build up to the crescendo
of an exultant pearly stream flow.

Your juices and my seed make potion
from passion, we are past emotion
at dizzying orgasmic heights
from where down to earth the soul alights.

From this fevered bumping and grinding
the fading night sees us unwinding
as I remain in you subsiding
while in shared sleep we're soon abiding.
Solomon_Song
Written by Solomon_Song
Published | Edited 24th Jul 2021
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