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Antony Ros

She is his aphrodisiac,
his narcotic overdose, sweeping him back.

Fingers press where kisses laid,
lovers lips adored, they trail along her spinal cord.

Consumed beneath his weighted frame,
the heat expelled, setting them aflame

With cock set between,
grinding, sliding, soaked with her sheen.

This brainless head of state,
passing through, her jeweled gate.

Penetrating deep with every thrust,
on each, every one cussed.

With arms embracing her feathered pillow,
moans turn to screams, like psycho.

Her words,
fill the air, pleading for her cock to swear.

“Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t ever stop,
don’t you fucking stop, not until I drop…”

Overwhelming sensation takes flight,
spasm after spasm, escalates in height.

Waves of emotions,
flowing, like torrent oceans.

Around his shaft her muscles tighten,
just then, she comes and comes bitten.

He slows the pace,
to give her grace.

Prepare you now little dove,
it’s now his turn…

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