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Tuesday, 4 July 2017


Emotion like tidal wave swell and crash down over me

You hold on to my hips with the fiercest of grips.

I can barely keep my knees from giving out

I know you feel the weight of turbulence wave as it starts to rise within me

With the staff of Moses, you kept pushing down into the darkest depth of my flood..

It became too much for me and hanging on means drowning the staff..

And his cock was my knife..
But then, he rode me into strife

I'm gasping for air; running into rife,
No holds barred, no respect, I'm doubting my life,
Alas! I'm in heaven!


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