Final Entry
Dusty Farkworth
Ó 9-12-2004
Boldly legs are spread.
Waiting for it’s head.
Wetness clinging tightly.
Inching ever slightly.
Deeper into heavenly fire.
Passions rising higher.
Each inch going in.
Touching precious skin.
Reaching final length.
Climax gaining strength.
Sending waves of pleasure.
With it’s full measure.
Sweet the feel of sin.
Coming deep within.
Crashing forces meet.
Fulfillment oh so sweet.
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