Your tightness I feel, so I put it in slow. Your inner walls wet, so I ****** it slow. Your moans I feel, so I keep it slow. Pain you yield, so I ease up slow. Your thighs shakes when, I ****** deep and slow. Slow strokes.
Lord, make everyone 6 years old and while I'm being unusually bold fill them with 6 year old wonder and a 6 year old's hunger, with 6 year curiosity and a 6 year old's honesty. Give them 6 year tenacity and a 6 year old's capacity for a 6 year old's need at live at half-speed, content to let life be their daily delight. Oh Lord, I ask that each of us might keep a 6 year old's insight and live this life 6 year old childlike.
Move like thickened molasses I slip step by step 'cross the thinned ice Testing for the cracks Gaping holes that lead To my icy end This slouching snail'd pace Comes from past life My bones still chilled From former submersion