Pounding Passion

stripes silken san surges
moistened then drips
trickling steps weilded
by the jive pleasure begets

cayenne cupped curves
smoothened like a verse
betrothed to syllabic pert

epileptic lines drenched
the veil of the feeling
nursed by the celibacy

tug-of-war somersaulting
impaling hearts rescuing.
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Published by Zuxiān

A sperm that was sown, Which for years has grown: Now, growing as a clone.

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