Hang
on in there, never let off your hopes
For
your cravings I come to satisfy
As
I bisect you into two, leaving you
With
no angles-
Just
parallel lines!
Then
lick you up like an ice cream
Right
inside your soft walled cone
Sweat
upon sweat
Drop
upon drop;
And
tickle you with my tongue
In
my asking for more like Oliver Twist
Till
all within you gush out as a fountain on squirt
While
beneath me you quake to erupt,
I
shall rock you as a boat
On
an unsteady raging water.
Hold
on in there,
Pretty
chubby angel
With
lubricated lips
And
tongue stuck out
For
I come to slit you into two unequal parts
With
my discharging ball point pen
Dripping
my ink in you like morning dew
Till
you open your petals as a sunflower
Embracing
the warm rays of my ink
Into
the whorls of the soul of your ovaries.
Hold
on in there, though much time seem wasted
But
hold on in there with your wet self
For
I come to prepare a place,
Where
the wasted time would not count;
I
come with good tidings,
One
that will pamper you deep to pain
As
my strong lullabitic rhymes of thrusts,
Flow
in decent diminuendos
Releasing
all that I have got left on my anchor deep
Till
you explode into inconsolable moans, unpardonable ones!
Leaving
you panting like a hunt dog,
Agape
as a crocodile drinking fresh air.
---Fampah
Coyish---
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