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Click hereMy Cunt
Like a carnivorous flower
Opens and contracts
To the beat of life.
I give it full identity,
It's beautiful and deep
Craving...
Funny, how it's always
Down there,
But sometimes I hardly notice it
It's dormant
Until...
It yawns awake,
Slowly, or
With a start, and
Suddenly,
It's the center of my existence,
Overlord to the rest of me,
My senses askew,
It captures energy
And reneges,
Universal exchange
Takes the edge off,
It's a good time
Blanketed by the rainsong outside
To listen to hypnotic salty music
And contemplate
My Cunt.
Now if you had a big toy collection it would always be vibrating.
Keep up the hot writtings.
This made me feel like a honey bee, drawn to the sweet nectar at the center of that flower, for a sip, a sup.
Are cock-rocking, <br>
stunningly<br>
arresting.<br><br>
Breath-arrested, joyous reception<br>
to the easy-swing bat against ball<br>
perfection, before effortless flight-arc<br>
towards smiling horizons<br>
of satisfaction in your words<br><br>
What a way to describe a wake-up call; not really so different from that well-known woody.