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A Tale Of The Nocturns

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deep felt is my crush...fermented � � � � � �
veined...strained...seeking to stain you...a Brooklyn graffiti vandal � � � � � �
without refrain... your interior...Feng Shui style � � � � � �
as I push hardened emotions inside your plush pink � � � � � �
flooding you with a masculine rush � � � � � �
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I tell you to hush...facetiously � � � � � �
your mouth stuffed full of calloused fingers � � � � � �
...a seductive liar I am....creeping inside the lair of your mind � � � � � �
heavy with the strokes...pulling back your hair � � � � � �
while you get steadily fucked...semi-trucked from behind � � � � � �
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Peter-built.. � � � � � �
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my blue-collar belt strapped around your neck � � � � �
...a lasso for my throat goat... � � � � � �
nipples clamped...blindfolded...pussy time stamped � � � � � �
i fuck...you fade...in and out...fever pitching your inner bitch � � � � � �
you switch personas in real time...sublime � � � � � �
ass arched in so many positions... �
i maritime inside your oceanic moods � � � � � �
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my wantonness...gettin flagrantly dug out...strung out...limb by limb � � � � � �
your lower lips nip-tucked around my stretched-out ego � � � � � �
married at the hips...we collide...your legs divided... � � � �
prepped for a monsoon of equations � � � � � �
streamed as warm ejaculations...spelling...spewing � �
the linings of our nocturnal moonlighting while watching you squirm � �
in the pool of our hidden debauchery...