A night with full of love and lust
Intensed on every trace and trust
Sweat was sweet on my parched lips
I thrived and thrilled holding'er hips
To quench my thirst, I had to sip
I used my right to reach her left
Released my tongue to have a nip
Nipped nipple to moan and groan
'A sweet temper' my mind spoke.
'Just the beginning' I replied
'Beginning of the violent evening'
I couldn't stop the shaking bed
I hungered for the lord's bread
I tresspassed my saviour's creed
I allowed my carnal greed
Alas! I slowed down then stopped
She cried, 'Why? ' my mind asked
I touched her holy hole pity pit
I felt a warm thick liquid flowed
Oh my! It's not a sweat nor sweet
Her canal bled somewhat red!
'I couldn't be a murderer! ' I cried
'Such a sweet temper' It replied.
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