Exhaustion
By: Julia L. Clark
Stables of hay
A deep erotic illusion
Clitoris taking control
Dancing to Dick Harlem Blues.
Breast has arrived as lips and tongue
Glides
Panties speaks as zipper release its self
Sergeant of highway control arrest my hands
Above my head
As I kneel down to tongue kiss pleasure
Hard erected flesh never tasted this best.
Sweating from temples as I am a whore
Prophet a wicked minister.
Flesh is sucked raw leaving blisters of pleasure
I measured it inside me going against all evil
Throwing back working my hips
Two fingers insert my lips
Cunt is freshly marinated
I have released the sweetest of blood Mary’s
Contrary my pussy thumps
In sweetest of swamps
Slap my bitch of heat with the lucky numbers of your dick head
As I have cursed you with pleasures
Of Exhaustion
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Originally Posted On Site: 2007-10-11 09:08:48
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