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Your Chowder
When invitation has a sweet taste
of your cunt's chowder
that leads me into moods of darkness
with no ax to grind, just seeking pleasure
tasting with my tongue, a man of leisure
to touch your womb with the semen of worms
that glow in the moonlight of heated desire
supping at the waters that run
of your cunt's chowder
that leads me into moods of darkness
with no ax to grind, just seeking pleasure
tasting with my tongue, a man of leisure
to touch your womb with the semen of worms
that glow in the moonlight of heated desire
supping at the waters that run
Published 3rd Jul 2022
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