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A Poem by Matt Blacc

Damn you're so wet

your juices tasting like different fruits

mangos, pinapples, faint traces of peaches & cream

leave me speechless as my face dives deeper

you curling your toes & fingers

turning into a cunning linguist the way this cunnilingus

has you cumming and screaming in tongues

the more you struggle the better it gets

the wetter it gets

ima veteran at this

 you may not have felt threatened by my adolescnece

but as i dive into your essence you turn restless

struggling, sweating and screaming the Lord's name in vain

as I lay claim and reign over this beautiful terrain

your sea engulfing me as I tease and please your body

I can see white cream seeping from in betwen your thighs as you continue fighting

but I continue to smoke you like a freshly rolled blunt

catching a contact as I attack this freshly mowed c**t

and as my jaw starts to lock and my tongue starts to strain

you have back spasms while you orgasm screaming my name

© 2012 Matt Blacc


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Added on November 15, 2012
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