The cloud had shed its cover.

Night falls near my lover.

Her hands wrapped around me,

my focus glued.

My b-ulge began to soar,

ca-ressing her edge.

And the match had just begun.

It wasn’t the sound of a gun,

rather a t-hrusting of a “don.”

My pen had a creamy taste.

Match on, match on, she screamed.


I went deeper as a p-enile soldier,

into the sweetest place life could offer.

‘Tis night, she said.

Take me into the blue.

Her b-reasts became hungry for my lips.

The roof could hear her m-oan

when my e-rect soldier dug deeper.

Tip-ta tip-ta.

I pressed harder.

I was marching in and out.

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