Samael Wolf

Rookie - 3 Points (I'm not sure when I lived / Indiana)

Sup - Poem by Samael Wolf

I think as I drink
from her fountain of life
that should she leave me
it would cut deeper than a knife
I feel her writhe and squirm
I feel her silky skin begin to burn

with each thrust of my tongue
I am the driver
she is the car
she will go with me
as far as she can
in the morning light

we do it again
I smile for the moment
get back to work
she squeezes my head
begins to jerk
thighs getting sweaty

rock N roll
cream my mouth plenty
gimme some mo'
driving with face buried in dash
Lets turn her over
and taste that ass, , , ,


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, November 3, 2007

Poem Edited: Friday, April 22, 2011


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