Woman ii /v


  
In different point of view,
the blood that is pumped,
through my veins follows,
the shape of a woman,
that invades my,
head.

The hour is glassed,
as time beads in drops,
with a yearning to hold,
her hips in my hands,
soaked with my,
sweat.

The scent that rises,
from her wet moist cunt,
drips on the head,
of my bulging cock,
filling more, my
desire.

To hold her hair as reins,
and pull back her head,
as my thrust impales,
smacking flesh to flesh,
porno fucking my,
woman.

Ax

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