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Click hereWhy do you stretch standing,
With a jacknife rear jutting
Porcelain framed?
Heel to ass
Steel-cabled taut.
Balls of your feet
Hinged white for the jolt.
Arms are trenched back
Lashed at the elbows, wrists
Hackled with chained nettles.
Gagged for silence, entry,
Stifled credulity,
You're too subservient for refuse
Just pounding.
This member's too pulsed
Blue-vein lathered,
Groaning for unimpeded surging,
It will
Slam.
A hand to the nape breaks,
Flashing,
Forehead hurtles to oblivion,
Ass mounds are parting.
You're driven.
A shaft shrieks for depths
Of release,
Cranking relentlessly.
Spent
Only
By
Your body's
Tolerance.
This went waaaay beyond an erotic poem - this took Me to places where I've been and need to go again...and again... and again.... SEXcellent!!! You do befit your pen name - wheeew!
Vixxx