Wet Morning..

Sheets all wet from our sweat, sheets all wet from my juices...hard as
a rock you start to rock my box. Quivering, and flying now we rise to
reach the sky. Rivers flowing down my legs you only increase your
stride. Sheets all wet now from your spewing...Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh

~For Simon~
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Jan 9, 2013