I would hold it in my mouth and be favored
B it’s rich exotic cachaca musk like it’s sweet
Sweat liquid simmered flame tamed by the
Confines of my mouth as I would gaze with
Growing need and some would opt for
Speed, but I slow it all to cruise my self &
Screen entertainment, going close to the edge
I would swallow my Brasil finally after minutes
Held between my tongue and walls confines of
My mouth the saturation of visual musky hairy
Human animal entanglements nakedly doggedly
Instinctually groping grasping grinding pushing
To gain that bull his eyes always on his prize a
Man a woman, both all I a ritual mad n pessary
Coupling and exchange of bodily fluids a must
A n aim to be achieved a climb quick, another
Sip, hold it once again, feel it’s power it warm
Muscular gloved satin soft enriching movement
All over you and you take your grip your fingers
And hand reach for and fondle, massage, pull
Stretch grip and spit to rub yourself as if your
Hand becomes vagina and anus and soon to contents
Your sperm receive to douse your ardor and frantic
Efforts to discharge to release that semen’s cries
For freedom for shooting forth and up and out and
Trickle some down vagina, the images on your
Screen are speeding towards their consummation,
The one aim to climax and release that animal
Imperative to procreate and numb themselves
And fall quickly asleep, or finger frantic pussies
To cum at last while he runs quick away or sleeps
Snores by your side and you feel used and hollow
Or push that thought far away in need to cum again!
You taste him on your fingers you wonder if you are?!
That eternal doubt guilt and state of feminine being
Preggo or not, satisfied or not, used or not, loved
Or not, just a piece , and ass taken rough by prick!?
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