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A Deed Of Sins
Here..I am
Gracefully propped
Secreted in the woodlands of my mystique
Full of wondrous poppy and
Ancient mysteries
Come
Pop...ejaculate...exfoliate
Water me with silken threads of divine newness
Flood your forest dweller
Your libido sweller
Allow me to be your teller of fortunes
Your nest of runes
It's the journey baby
I want to lust over the aching branch
Of your ringed length
Feed me the tale of your wrath
Your greed..your gluttony
Sloth hazily in the texture of my prescript walls
Envy my lush...plush greenery
And take pride in accomplishing me...thoroughly
As I empty the swollen...tightened sacs
Of your mushroomed hypothesis
While grooming seeds..
Of your extravagant deeds
Gracefully propped
Secreted in the woodlands of my mystique
Full of wondrous poppy and
Ancient mysteries
Come
Pop...ejaculate...exfoliate
Water me with silken threads of divine newness
Flood your forest dweller
Your libido sweller
Allow me to be your teller of fortunes
Your nest of runes
It's the journey baby
I want to lust over the aching branch
Of your ringed length
Feed me the tale of your wrath
Your greed..your gluttony
Sloth hazily in the texture of my prescript walls
Envy my lush...plush greenery
And take pride in accomplishing me...thoroughly
As I empty the swollen...tightened sacs
Of your mushroomed hypothesis
While grooming seeds..
Of your extravagant deeds
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