A SEXUAL HEALING

A pie or  thigh 

I had to think twice

To fill or to shy,

To quench the lust or to turn  a blind eye

Mary had me in the palm of her hand

My body failed me,

Couldnt collude with my mind

Explained the bulge in my pant

Ohh, but to be a man

Judas would be proud

I was tempted to touch,

I was aching for her warmth

Blame the eyes, the brightness and the lightness of her thighs.

She saw that i was dying inside.

Taste me she said,

She wanted me inside .

I was lost in words,

My mouth ran dry

My heart pounded in bounds,

My gong at the same time

The temptation surge.

The lascivious self in a state of need and want,

If i die i die,

Death waited in between her thighs,

She had to be dined , i repeat she had to be dined.

She had to feel every inch slide in.

Bend over ,

Be a darling and incline,

Abide by.

she is wine and cheese

Acquiescent and sweet

A spinkler and a sprinky

Shower me,

 I have always burried my soul where i swim

Bound and blindfolded ,

HAndcuffed on her back,

bidding her eyeless.

Waiting upon eueesing pleasure,

Waiting upon thrill that was to come,

A hunter finding a treasure,

I have one request good mister/

Dare not withdraw when you cum,

i love kids swimming in my cunt

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