this primal hour, I do not wish to disturb the quiet
with music or words. I just want to squeeze those
luscious buttocks in both my palms and drink
the oozing juice of lust out of your wet lips:
Oh, babe, I just want to plough your field,
your thighs up in air, and feel the softness of
your wet depths on the walls of my hardened
manhood, thirsting for your love potion. this
primal hour, I want nothing but undiluted lust