“Women migrate to my sex like antelopeTo bob on my dick now the back of their throat has no hope,     “Then its jungle warfare in the pussy like VietnamAs she love me long time like a...

I know no other way the weight of his absence presses aching...waiting... begging for his return as nights close in shadow draping me in yearning the remembrance nearly blistering moments of fierce and desperate thundering of twin beats throb piercing me and I cannot...will not...forget saturation a constant as darkness falls summoning...