soixante-neuf

soixante-neuf
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He
A prisoner of passion
Held in her mouth
Luscious lips that
The root of him
Slurp..
Tumescent toad
Of a transcendental twerp
He moving in
The crevice
Of her desire
A twisted tongue
Lashing the shores
Of her weeping womanhood
Isolating her pain‘
her pleasure
in the dungeons
through a meandering path
of a curve
hitting the head of a soaking nerve
yes the preface to the art of making love
sometimes smooth sometimes rough
mais oui c’est
la verite de soixante neuf