Poem -
The Ripping of Silk

Made to probe so hard and black. Her silky lobes ,a yielding reservoir. Worldly pleasures inside anxious to be gored. Sizing the moans much louder than any screams. Muscle bobbing in, out with a flagrant surge.Rounds of ecstasy demons-Kings emerge. Love wrapped about the lust splashed dreams.
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