Sextet (04/15/2020)

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Wantonness can mean a whole lot more than just carnal desire
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Your deep kisses are animating
The rain of my tropical zone senses it
Soaking myself from the inside
Then I'm around your chest buds
To lick, to lick
And the hot lava of yours
Simmering volcano to taste
And gently tease your abs
There is a giant hidden
Behind the bush.

Your lips are delicacies
Or is the comparison presumptuous
Your tongue sucks on mine
Until a vacuum develops
And all inhibitions blown away
My breath is taken by lust
I could crawl smoothly into your pupils
Smell greedily your armpits
Climb your backbone quickly
The screams from my mouth dim
Intermittently the Co² @re leaving your nostrils
Your look is more than lustful

You embrace my breasts like lotus blossoms
And take me to the warm coast
While your hot friend insists on admission into me
And our blood is boiling already bubbling
How his heart beats beautifully
And you can feel it wonderfully
He is dressed so smooth and silky
I let him in so he doesn't suffer
He is thirsty, feasting on the wetness offered
What a gasp! Bugger me!
He pumps and pushes himself through the gate
That can only be anti - nihil life
It completely fills my horizon
I feel as if I am impaled through my
Clandestine Chamber

However, it is a sweet pain
Like the stake through the vampire heart
I groan, stand up
A heat in my swollen pommel
Everything is engulfing me
While the knight hits powerfully
He pours out his flower seeds
In my garden greenhouse
I want to drown in your semen
And then sink into dreams

Two moored boats in the same swing cycle
The metronome of the physical union
Up and down in the ticking rhythm
While my soul is deflowered in front of you
She needs bleeding first aid
And you bandage your basic trust
As an association around her etheric body ...

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