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Juxtapositions Of Flesh And Latex............(The Passion Of Syn)
(An Intercontinental coital collaboration by Synthetic 1 and Musically Mr M )
"1:00 am, libations poured way past midnight
At The grotto, sexy techno raves, the highs and lows
Base and X, stroboscopic flashing lights
Bodies hot,
dresses tight and clingy
Kaleidoscope madness
Ears a ringing
I don't give a damn
All my inhibitions gone
I see you smouldering across the room
Short and sexy,
black and white
Not a hint of panties on
pleasing sight.............
Gyration be the dance of momentum
So aware
Undercarriage throngs
Soaking stares
As the haze hitting Serengeti skies
I hope to skilfully
Hypnotize
"In silent screams
released moans
and groans
transcend the intimate space
of a privy room
where La Femme and Les Homme tingle alone......."
“I went downtown
I saw Miss Brown
She had brown sugar
All over her booga-wooga
I think I might join the fun
But I had to hit and run
See I just can't settle down
In a kinky part of town …...........”
I'm your
Prima ballerina
Lap dancer
Gliding
Past your gaze
Your proud rock
cock fixed daze
I slump between my knees right before your stare
Exhibit my finest finger flits
Slip in a fore your glare
Breathe in real slow
My fingers, your fists
Pleasures flow
Panthers and deer dance for once in
Unison
I in you surround
a predatory show
I slump in the sumptuousness of cool ungracious leather
Seating to spread my wings
Relish your momentum building pleasure
Landing quaintly upon my “piece”
As I fiddle between my fine fleshy mounds and
Silky smooth chemise ….......
…......amidst heady x-stacy,
geometric shapes form before me
right-angled triangle, prism light
drawing dimensionally, pulling us tight
(I can whip that pussycat all damned night! )
at right angle, a hologram
hedonist yearnin'
legs agape where other angles turnin'
slender fingers massage that clitoral point
big handed fist grip, pump and stroke
thy massive, smokin' joint..........
And we are doing it doing it
doing it ….....sigh
Loving it loving it
Candy fore thy
Playing it, pulling it, tweaking
Twang!
Flowing showing
Friesian cream
Ooooooze from my she-bang
Soaking your eyes
Glimpsing your thug
Go on Mister
Dare you!
Be brutal as you Tug
Chocolate berry smiles
Vanilla swoons smug
Luscious desirous
Androgynous plug …........
......viscous wet sexy alabaster fanny
legs draped across corinthian arms
upon the floor, moist lace panties
wet, milky white cream puddled upon the floor
hands moving ever faster, begging you.....”more”
Let me touch your most carnal Syn,
here in solitary room
Incense candles, and wine, hotter than the flames
of mars, burning whiter than a waning moon...........
....entranced, the hypnotic music plays
Brown eyes melt ....
Green eyes nod
Fill your boots
Your hands
My bod
Calf muscles wrench in power filled play
Plug me in Meister
I'm your pleasure thing
But just for the day
Your cock bin
Your lick sin
Your force field
You entering
Prick sheild
Nine volts of desiring
Swooning
Fuck me
Feel me.....FUCK ME!!!
Fullfilled
Whimsical will
Stretch me
I'm melting
Gyrating
Pulsating
Mister hating
Master ..... bating
Filthy berating
Thrust your mustang
Power on through
Lift me humanoid
Upon your juicy phat screw
Ill dooooo you
But just for this day
Your hourly rate
pleasure in play
Tether me
Attach me to that crystal chandelier
Swing me smoothly
Spread my legs
Your tongue entering
Out again devouring a very fine year
Spread my cumly spirit from your
Ear to ear
Bite my arse
Lick my cheeks as your charish tongue
Plays hide and seek
Delve deep to my woman like folds
Be adventurous
Gowarn
Dig for gold
Disparaging
Degrading
My despot
Cock raging
(.........pop goes the weasel and the weasel goes “pop”)
Mr. Vegas says.......
“Wine with it wine with it
Hot fuck with it
Wine with it wine with it
Girls flash your fingers with it
Mi seh wine with it wine with it
Hot fuck with it
Wine with it wine with it
Hot fuck................ aye, aye,aye”
Feeling aye-ree
Honey squeezed
On bended knees
Rushing gushing
Freeze
Frame.....
Meet you atop a Kilimanjaro
Plant your seeds
End of game.
Time out...
…...residual mountain continues to spout
like a fountain
It's worth? I long stopped countin'.
Juxtaposition
angled end to end
One part, Music
The other part, Syn.
"1:00 am, libations poured way past midnight
At The grotto, sexy techno raves, the highs and lows
Base and X, stroboscopic flashing lights
Bodies hot,
dresses tight and clingy
Kaleidoscope madness
Ears a ringing
I don't give a damn
All my inhibitions gone
I see you smouldering across the room
Short and sexy,
black and white
Not a hint of panties on
pleasing sight.............
Gyration be the dance of momentum
So aware
Undercarriage throngs
Soaking stares
As the haze hitting Serengeti skies
I hope to skilfully
Hypnotize
"In silent screams
released moans
and groans
transcend the intimate space
of a privy room
where La Femme and Les Homme tingle alone......."
“I went downtown
I saw Miss Brown
She had brown sugar
All over her booga-wooga
I think I might join the fun
But I had to hit and run
See I just can't settle down
In a kinky part of town …...........”
I'm your
Prima ballerina
Lap dancer
Gliding
Past your gaze
Your proud rock
cock fixed daze
I slump between my knees right before your stare
Exhibit my finest finger flits
Slip in a fore your glare
Breathe in real slow
My fingers, your fists
Pleasures flow
Panthers and deer dance for once in
Unison
I in you surround
a predatory show
I slump in the sumptuousness of cool ungracious leather
Seating to spread my wings
Relish your momentum building pleasure
Landing quaintly upon my “piece”
As I fiddle between my fine fleshy mounds and
Silky smooth chemise ….......
…......amidst heady x-stacy,
geometric shapes form before me
right-angled triangle, prism light
drawing dimensionally, pulling us tight
(I can whip that pussycat all damned night! )
at right angle, a hologram
hedonist yearnin'
legs agape where other angles turnin'
slender fingers massage that clitoral point
big handed fist grip, pump and stroke
thy massive, smokin' joint..........
And we are doing it doing it
doing it ….....sigh
Loving it loving it
Candy fore thy
Playing it, pulling it, tweaking
Twang!
Flowing showing
Friesian cream
Ooooooze from my she-bang
Soaking your eyes
Glimpsing your thug
Go on Mister
Dare you!
Be brutal as you Tug
Chocolate berry smiles
Vanilla swoons smug
Luscious desirous
Androgynous plug …........
......viscous wet sexy alabaster fanny
legs draped across corinthian arms
upon the floor, moist lace panties
wet, milky white cream puddled upon the floor
hands moving ever faster, begging you.....”more”
Let me touch your most carnal Syn,
here in solitary room
Incense candles, and wine, hotter than the flames
of mars, burning whiter than a waning moon...........
....entranced, the hypnotic music plays
Brown eyes melt ....
Green eyes nod
Fill your boots
Your hands
My bod
Calf muscles wrench in power filled play
Plug me in Meister
I'm your pleasure thing
But just for the day
Your cock bin
Your lick sin
Your force field
You entering
Prick sheild
Nine volts of desiring
Swooning
Fuck me
Feel me.....FUCK ME!!!
Fullfilled
Whimsical will
Stretch me
I'm melting
Gyrating
Pulsating
Mister hating
Master ..... bating
Filthy berating
Thrust your mustang
Power on through
Lift me humanoid
Upon your juicy phat screw
Ill dooooo you
But just for this day
Your hourly rate
pleasure in play
Tether me
Attach me to that crystal chandelier
Swing me smoothly
Spread my legs
Your tongue entering
Out again devouring a very fine year
Spread my cumly spirit from your
Ear to ear
Bite my arse
Lick my cheeks as your charish tongue
Plays hide and seek
Delve deep to my woman like folds
Be adventurous
Gowarn
Dig for gold
Disparaging
Degrading
My despot
Cock raging
(.........pop goes the weasel and the weasel goes “pop”)
Mr. Vegas says.......
“Wine with it wine with it
Hot fuck with it
Wine with it wine with it
Girls flash your fingers with it
Mi seh wine with it wine with it
Hot fuck with it
Wine with it wine with it
Hot fuck................ aye, aye,aye”
Feeling aye-ree
Honey squeezed
On bended knees
Rushing gushing
Freeze
Frame.....
Meet you atop a Kilimanjaro
Plant your seeds
End of game.
Time out...
…...residual mountain continues to spout
like a fountain
It's worth? I long stopped countin'.
Juxtaposition
angled end to end
One part, Music
The other part, Syn.
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