Slippery lips part,
As hardness fall into the dark,
Of your sweet hot honey pot
Hard as steel,
Make you feel,
Every slow thrust,
Every deep stroke,
Inside your hot pink moat
Eyes watch the overflow,
Of sweet clear nectar of cream,
As it seeps past your folds seems,
While bodies slowly glide in a midnight dream,
That's suddenly awakened, by your audible vocalized scream
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