by John Boase
Your legs drawn up! An opportunity!
I sneak my way, head first, beneath the sheet;
Maneuvering so I can plainly see
The glories that my lustful senses greet.
This spirit, prisoner of quietness
For more than two long months, doth newly rise
From silent depths, and to the high address
Of Love and Poetry his wailing cries
Of Solitude impart, with hands...
Sonnet: Virginal Desire
Can't make you airtight
We enjoy your moans gasps sighs
Slow and steady makes her scream
Wear-out sweaty blindfold girl
Spike's Girl 6
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