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Twisted
It was an insidious inner challenge
Issued by Mr. Mister
From up top
Do you think you can fuck her soul deep
without loosing/losing your-self?
She meets the prerequisites, has all the dimensions, yes?
Amazonian thick, mahogany hued
Mentally and physically flexible
And blessed with the stamina of a sacred pantheon
Is it her animus that
Gives you pause?
Are you confident enough in your anima?
Come , cum now!! Where's your Hannibal, Sir?
You're peaking...she's leaking
You are both painfully piqued in a kindred language
Why languish any longer?
Go 'head and ravage her savage lands
You know how you do
Yeah, her innards may have those grappling hooks
Yeah she got that eye magic and stunning looks
But you always had what it took
To spread her open her whore-izons...
Stretch her imagination
And introduce the tip of your swollen sage
To the depth of her enigmatic mage
Her Middle Earth
Needs to feel the thunder and enlightening
Of a remembered Sky Father
Fuck her
Fuck her good
Fill her with your constitution and your covenant
Let her revel in your wholistic selflessness
Show her your heart
And your art of giving...of living
As the sexes nestle within the nexus
Of the physical and the metaphysical planes
Of true pleasure
You need her openings..she needs your closure
Don't get this meaning twisted
Just get twisted..
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