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(RAW TEXT VERSION FOR CUT/PASTE) Turntable trust
by Sommer
Copyright - 2000: Paul Sommer, All Rights Reserved
I can see in your eyes the devilish grin of secret desires;
Our world of joy, how can I be so right about your signals again my love?
Yet our theme tonight suggests we are venturing into new domains;
How long have you wished to do this?
How long have you wished to explore my forbidden hidden space?
Is it a play of power for you to prod me with your toys?
Do you wish to feel the excitement of entering another, seeing what it's like to fuck the one you love?
Will this table continue to turn, for I surely would enjoy filling your tightness this daring
way;
But I always assumed its mysterious heaven was simply a journey to skip;
What will you do, raise me high in the air, cupping me under my thighs?
Will you spread my cheeks and enter my arched rear slowly, allowing me to gauge the sensations;
Would restraining my hands and feet add to your intensities?
Or are you perhaps too eager at the mere thought of my willingness to consider your strategies for now?
Might I guess you will climax before you even attempt?
My manhood you ask, yes, will my mind freeze when we approach the given minute?
That is not a concern for I long-ago won independence from the social constraints that cripple a man's ability to live;
So fill me my love, grant your mind the wishes you seek;
Watch as I give myself unabashedly to you;
And afterwards, I shall perhaps ask a special favor of you. |
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