Unto God, I forget my oath,
to kindle the dreams you made wet.
Forever, you have been inside me.
Now, I will be inside you.
Don't hold back, you demon.
Let me feel
the neck kisses,
the earlobe licks,
till I moan out my masculinity,
which doesn't equal your loud cry,
when I gut your guts.
Wet isn’t satisfactory,
I love to drown in your ocean.
So I will take a bow,
tongue play and flicker about,
before your fountain gusheth.
For I killed your starved night
with the rod you ate.
Finally, I tire out,
moans turn to bedroom chat,
curled up until we pass out.
You can't have my icy heart
but I can give you my viable part.
What could be a better gift
than to let you experience my art.
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