My woman’s pre-Flood tall; seems, seen standing, on stilts
To reach that flooded coochie leap like a salmon
Pussy so tight night before exams, cramming
No marmalade here, this cock I’m jamming but not as Marley sang it
Jacob Marlay clanging clanking, that much in the bank. Vault’s unsealable.
Revealed solely to me, full moon combined with Open Sesame
Tight facesit stresses my chest, stress test facial fixtures
Tasting snatch on her fingers
Rave flash batch pictures, sold to no action pagans with sticky fingers
She’s saying daddy, unbelievable
I’m craving mammy how I tarry about those mammaries, doubly Oedipal
In bed we’re like hormonal teens at the hardcore show slam dancing
Two rutting stags, Prancer and Blitzen. Got a hard shell like Cancer
Survive the blitz, she takes all my best hits on the chin
Bareback since the beginning, no spent johnnies in the bin.
Alchemisland 
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