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HIS MORNING WOOD (BASED ON NIZANA POEM)
His morning wood
tasted so good
between my lips,
head at his hips.
Its saltiness,
mind does confess,
so reminds me
when, by the sea,
I, as then wife,
created life,
sea winds blowing
during 'knowing'.
There's poignancy,
that taste salty
reminds of claim
that all life came
to land from sea
origin'ly.
I now reflect
(mmm - still erect)
that life I'd made
in lust outplayed,
is enjoying
adult loving
herself these days,
while mother plays......
tasted so good
between my lips,
head at his hips.
Its saltiness,
mind does confess,
so reminds me
when, by the sea,
I, as then wife,
created life,
sea winds blowing
during 'knowing'.
There's poignancy,
that taste salty
reminds of claim
that all life came
to land from sea
origin'ly.
I now reflect
(mmm - still erect)
that life I'd made
in lust outplayed,
is enjoying
adult loving
herself these days,
while mother plays......
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