.:The Art of Not Being Famished:.

 



Since that capture, the rapture of you as my mistress
I’ve been a pretty good witness
And you’ve never been at your wit’s end
You’ve certainly been
The one; the one who keeps making this
Propagating this

into
another

Let’s cum again ’til its over

Slithering
Down

You do this…seamlessly without sound
While pound for precious pound

Without trust...but in lust
I’m again here
Lifting you

Still wondering what he would do?

As I've got you
Following along
Wallowing in my eyes
While you’re down...right there
Again about to get the son to rise
You with your stopping then staring
Soft glaring in that smile that says style
Saying...I'm going to be here awhile

Again starting

Just gratified for another chance beginning
Knowing that you’re only in this for the winning
Once again as you mount
Hoping there’s another digit to count
Yes you are that mistress; it’s your business

Prevailing in your partaking of another peak

Yes, double yes…you are 'The Freak'
Each thrust for lust smacking the weak
Certainly your passion is one of the things we seek
The wetted beak garnering its treasure, this
Mad grab for pleasure

Doing it not to ruin it; but
By any measure our mutual lust still attracts
While here again still jacking the facts
A life styled becomes all that matters
Wherein each single instant rips then tatters
This happens the very moment you come into view
Wherein you’ve already taken all what belongs to you

The air
The oxygen

And whom-ever you do.


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