She opens herself
the way her private
feminine wash absorber
does
She is slippery
ready to swallow
brawny masculine
dominant personality
throbbing
pulsing
stroking
soaking
sipping
rubbing
hugging
watering
feeding
nourishing
screwing
pumping
in and out
in the heart of Eden
the garden of clitoral fruit
flashing
blooming
taking
splashing
like a wet tounge
in love with death kisses
like a loose centered finger
pointing in the arrow of no turning back
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