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Aug 2014
Babe, when I plow in and out of you,
palms holding your luxury buttocks
and lips on your bare *****
bodies moist in sweat and anticipation
in this low light, feeling a fleeting pulse
of your flowing hair is ecstasy, is ecstasy.
I'm a kneeling missionary of the gasm,
yes, the big O shooting to heavens.
Jimmy Kerr
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