but for now
it still burns
and he yearns
for the more of
and i open up
craftilty
happily
pleasures
of ecstasy
while he rummages
through my hidden treasures
succumbing to
newly explored
lands each level
revealing a hidden door
and through we've
been here before
this time yeilds a new
experience
and we both find
ourselves in a reance
yet he drills me harder
and harder still
for he has beckoned
a passion that wills
him beyond the simplistic
confines
of his own mind
and lunges him
into deep abyss
where logic, and time
run amiss
and dogmatic
concepts of sex
arent accepted
and he mounts me
and pounds me
and with each sure
thrust i picture
stroms driven waves
erupting as they
crash into the shore
breath gets deeper
and shorter
as we round the last corner
head lightens
stomach tightens
and spasms
beyond my control
as he he continues
to
poke me with his pole
i explode
and implode
his pelvis
meets my hips
i shift and he laughs
he tickled me
with his quill
and in turn
made my oil spill
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