Beats of its heart, pulsating in my hand,
Its outer layer softness, sliding pass lips that are immensely swollen,
The penetration of its bulbous head, opening the outer door of my wanting honey flower,
Dives of its steel hardness, into the calm of my wake depths, that causes a aftermath of quakes,
Initiating the moans, that reverberate inside my lungs
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