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By coujeaux Date: 2003 May 08 Comment on this Work [[2003.05.08.22.45.32757]] |
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Narrow crease, pinpoint control; nice chunk of don't mind if I do poking through, Squirmin' against her inhibitions, restrained only by conscience; come here you. Get my kicks in first forty licks; gonna stamp her and send her to faraway land, Give her just a little too enough of how we like it rough, always upon command. High or low, nice and slow; yeah, she cried way deep inside, just leave it there, Stop to smell this rose, let it tickle your nose, if you call my name I won't care. Avalanche baby opens wide; land here and slide all over the place, so greased; If you got a chance to shake, bend it until we break, it's all for you now, seized. River starts at her mouth then we meander down south; my tributary's pearled, Mountains got that lava glow, flatlands get the overflow, seepin' where it curled. Reverse her and reimburse her for the thickest love; oh, it tight as he checks it, Are you sure about this, can I give it a kiss, not everyone likes entry in the exit. Many routes to the interior, from ecstatic to superior; I wanna be in all the more, Even some untapped still and I can't get my fill, though she's opened every door. Does it make you cringe that I start at the fringe and work my way in each path? Or do you even know that every which way I go I'm at her side in the aftermath? Experiencing it three ways, can't begin sufficient praise for the adventurous souls, Playin' for keeps, love her deeps; gonna start to know each every part, in wholes. |