SPACE MARKS
Date 11/2/2021
Time Integration [ 11:07 - 11 :26 AM ]
Location Shaolin
ETERNAL WORDS
Water of A : Star
Thought(s) turned to Water ;
Cooling my Throat, it
Freed Mind to explore
Dark skin of A : Goddess
Of my dreams, Her,
Flesh a chocolate color,
Though even sweeter in Taste
Her breasts, encased in
A 38DD prison of lace
Hips that were wide, lead
To supple thighs - s(c)ent
In between - Two : Worship
O ! Her - cries, They filled Me
With D-Light, Be : Four - I
Pierced Her with my own
Light, projected in Two -
Her, High-nness, as She
Revealed Her naked body to Me
In the setting Sun’s light,
Surrendering to my OFF:Her-Ring
OF : Flight, between Two - Pillars
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I : X - PAN(S) : Two - Wards : Her
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