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Throb
Throb
Throb

In the gliding
Sliding
Sweet tang
Of her

Where the air thrums
With heady
And glorious incense
That rises and calls
To the centre of souls

That are beckoned within
Where they seek honey velvet
And slickness of sopping
Satin and silk that
Wet drips down lips
Where her petals are splayed
And beladen with dew
For magnificence entering
Deep to her core

When attentiveness thrusts
And it rends its way in
To be sucked and
Hard fondled
With roiling desires
As she rocks on your cock
In her cunt
Tight yet yielding

And all her desires
Are to be filled with you.

This poem only available on Lush Stories. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.