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Mood Swing #15: Un-Complicate Me

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Mixed was her mood��
As she cradled my sac seeking food��
For thought��
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It was��
A private conversation��
She sought��
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To carbon-date me inside her mouth��
Suck up my Ancestry��
Through my tomb-stoned phallus��
Burying me balls deep��
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God-dammit��
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She shed the fantastical � � � �
And came at me with that low-down blue collar � � �
Get bizzy 'round the way woman type shit � � � �
Made me dizzy � � � �
Had my loins hard in a hissy-fit � � � �
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And she would fit me � � � �
Between her lips...clench my hips � � � �
Edge the tip � � � �
Of my swollen mass � � � �
Beyond her tempting tonsil � � � �
I couldn't help but seep further down��
Her esophagus... � �
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My sarcophagus��
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Her � � �
Spoken Tongue � � � �
Hung me out me to dry � � � �
Spry and Spirited � � � �
She knew exactly what she was doing � � � �
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Moody yet methodical � � � �
She moved me into a space � � � �
As she read the sexual anguish dancing � �
Over my face � � � �
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Oh yeah � � �
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She sucked me damn good � � �
Like alcohol from her favorite wood � � �
And I would fill her with � � � �
The clarity of her long awaited � � � �
Homecoming � �
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