hey, how you doin?? we shake hands twenty minutes later fucking to beat the band a hard dick has no consciense nor a brain squirting hot and hard the cum mixes with the rain toungues run over cocks and penises thrust fucking and nutting in sexual lust toungues run up asses and the penis speaks fucking too hard and too much to be slow leak dancing on top of my dick they gyrate it must be sexual overwhelming fate deep throats and deep holes and muscular asses clench around cocks pervers slam the door on their cocks and twist the locks bang! bang! bang! oh, oh ohohohoh this where i pull down my pants to show we rub penises and soon its back to the fuck take it all the way(god this poem SUCKS!!!!).
Reason for writing:
delph...i haven't written a poem like this in god knows how long.
Birth sign: Aries
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