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Brief Moments


I rest my hands and note he's sitting back;
His eyes half closed, he looks abstractedly
At soft light through his glass: the palest wine
May be refreshing; though, to feel me wrap
My hand around his sex, should mean he'll be
Far more relaxed and refreshed; I define
Brief moments, though they lengthen, with the lap
Of tasting tongue, that laves so eagerly,
Until he's almost ready and it's time
For his explosive climax; let his sap
Flood mouth and gullet; then, quite wantonly,
I'll swallow and sit back, but will incline
Eyes downwards to the floor; for this young cunt
Knows full well that it's time to clean his junk.

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