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Heart Throbs
Her night sweat aromatherapy
evolved into cunnilingual zen
where I slow wallowed
in all her pudendal pleats...
to keep her bloom in fullest bloom.
Afterwards, I told her to get used to
my amped up adoration...
which led to her second rapture,
and a healing circulation at the
base of my balls.
Then, what did that sweetest
bit of heaven do?
She fell asleep again.
And by the time she reawakened
I had realized just which
of her many ambrosial hairs
I desired to have...
in a locket for my birthday...
as the rest of me yearned for her
way more than my broken Adonic cock
ever could.
evolved into cunnilingual zen
where I slow wallowed
in all her pudendal pleats...
to keep her bloom in fullest bloom.
Afterwards, I told her to get used to
my amped up adoration...
which led to her second rapture,
and a healing circulation at the
base of my balls.
Then, what did that sweetest
bit of heaven do?
She fell asleep again.
And by the time she reawakened
I had realized just which
of her many ambrosial hairs
I desired to have...
in a locket for my birthday...
as the rest of me yearned for her
way more than my broken Adonic cock
ever could.
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