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Thursday, October 15, 2020

(MICRO EXPLORATIONS IN SEXUALITY)

So succulent and I would taste of you... Lap at the font of thine existence, our existence.
Bring forth thy waters flowing freely across my lips, my tongue and trolling into my beard.
Such sweet ambrosia that my manhood threatens to burst it's fleshy sheath... Volcanic pulsations preluding the eruption.
I the putty of creation in thine hands, I the spark, the big bang.
Thermonuclear reactions as we interact, sweat glistening pon our skin.
I tasting of your juices, you tasting of mine.
Golden ambrosia as mine aforementioned beard glistens in soft light.
As I part thy thighs and descend into thine depths.
I in freefall, a man entranced, lost in your widened eyes.
Kissing thy hardened nipples as my body doth quiver.
Pressure building from within, the release doth devastate mine beginnings, mine ends.
This the little death, I a willing participant falling away, awayyy.

JERALD hamzahfaruq.jm@gmail.com MURPHY

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