eriedragon4 57M
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3/27/2006 12:28 am

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3/27/2006 12:29 am


she yields to me
As flowers yields,
Slowly opening
To rain.

she slowly opens
To my exacting rain,
The soft ropes
Pulling back
Against her arms,
Lifting her white knees
To her breasts,
Spreading her lewdly
To whatever I might wish.

I am content.

Opened,she feels,
Before she feels it,
The long slow slide
Of my hot sex
Up deep inside her,
The pumping sigh,
her body reaches for it.

her petals slowly open
To the rain
That I would bring.
Open, she would drink,
Down there,
The liquor of our species'
Long survival.

And I.
What is it that I feel,
Sliding up
Into her wet gift?
What is it
That I feel
In that long slide
Up deep into her heart,
As she moans her fealty?
What is it that I feel
When she opens so much
That she can never close

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