My rewards? My offerings? Close by, oft in the distance?
Am I more or less aware, have I ever cared or been so
Caught up, so mired, so thrown off my balance to those
Curves a toy, a thing to with trifle, or not !? A tango a
Tangle , fangs flared, fandango!? So easy just to eat a
Fresh mango, like eating pussy that juicy bite of my
Teeth into that gooey sticky sweet orange saturation
Of sugars and fruit delights that mat get caught up in
My rapture, such a personal capture of all my forces
Life’s curves reduced to those juicy thighs that unruly
Wild mop of unshaved hair run wild , let loose, like
That mango it rewards its savory silky sweaty sweet
Juices, a thigh’s rewards caught up in its grip, in that
Warmth and flesh trap with only one way to go to pay
My homage my tongue to thus that it my gift so probe!
Her, her hind her breasts, too bared pointed nips nostrils
Enlarged to almost grotesque proportions, intake of air
Caution gone to ‘ without a care ‘, no time to spare!
Devore me my flower my will my resistance so faint
I am all in, here, now, so wow so pow so ow ow ow!
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