Your Sausage Is The Raw Meat Of Life |
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| The boy's frantic urge
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| her wanting to be tied to the bed
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| the vision of bittersweetness |
| taking her delicate gift |
| wanting it all to fall into place |
| he worships the goddess |
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| His tiny pink size is weak |
| yet charms her smooth bare skin |
| hot lucsious foreplay |
| lathering chocolate on her breast |
| his tongue leaving a smear |
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| A symphony of wind and rain sings a spring storm |
| pounding in with power the moment nears |
| his enormous blue head sprays white juice |
| sweating they pant and moan |
| felt beneath lies the ache |
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| shadows in the diamond moonlite sky |
| stops time |
| Still |
| he shakes |
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| The perfect whisper of love |
| the beauty lives on for eternity |
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| HE IS MAN |
