"Night-Paragraph"
I choose to take my power back.
I won't ask you for help in any way.
In the darkness of night, I wrote into my book,
and the sultry paragraph became a voluptuous woman whose
massive, orgasmic udder-bosom rivaled the remainder of her huge torso
in sheer size, gigantic udder-breasts burying my erect, thrusting penis
deep between their numerous, undulating udder-gallons and
blissfully drinking my warm, flowing semen
deep inside their satisfying udder-cleavage
all night long. And in every street, every magazine-stand,
every night-book, I found my paragraph, and she found me.
She was never ashamed of me, and in the sweetness of night,
her mountainous udder-breasts yearned for me, nurtured me,
embraced my erect, thrusting penis insatiably. In the fragrant midnight,
I ejaculate with sublime ecstasy
between her warm, mountainous, moaning udder-breasts,
her deep breast-valley quivering with orgasmic joys, my erect manhood buried
between the massive udder-breasts of my passionate paragraph
for countless hours on end, in the midst of the thirsty night.
Her words are pregnant blossoms of ecstasy,
her soul is an udder, heavy with faithful love-milk,
and her sweet voice is the nipple that nurtures me in the gentle night.
She is her own night-book, filled with volumes of bliss.
She is her own massive udder-bosom, always embracing me,
and following me wherever I go. Her warm, deep, undulating udder-cleavage
will never release me.
Copyright (c) 2004, Kenneth Scott, All Rights Reserved
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