He knew I wanted to **** his massive snake,
feel his hot sweetness on my lips, his pleasurable
poetry pulling me into masculine *******,
to taste his hypnotizing head, my eyes locked
in his light, feeling his blazing power, his wildfires
of life burning deep within my dynasty.

I’d have given anything to stroke his lightning shaft,
his steamy cream of a thousand dreams, addicted to his
booming drum, his strumming song, so sprung on his
masculinity, how his supreme sausage was so mouthwatering,
so suckable and lovable, his great ***** a continent of endless
excitement, everything that made me feen for his sexiness.