Sexual Souls (Round 1) Poem by Anthony Daniels

Oh yes I like that. Keep on doing what you do, working it like a pro. You must have done this before. Take and breath it all in those sexual scents fill the air. You keep on pump, pump, pumping in my sex tank with your ebony hose. Fill me up and watch my body spit it out. Drip, drip, drip ohh it is so damn wet I don't know how you got so good but damn it you are the best. Got my knees giving out making me want to shout out to the world who the best love maker is. Ahhh I want more, I don't want it to end. I pull you in deeper and let out seducing sounds.

You handle your business like a true king of sex and the game is only just beginning. I grip tightly onto the bed as we exchange sexual stares into each others sexual souls. I prepare to thrash about violently but seductively as you cast your sexual magic with your magic stick all night for hours on end. You are a true champion at this and you are my king. I could only anticipate what will happen when we go for round 2.