lends word of her massive
drain, shield your eyes watch
with your mind and let
each drop explain
she's one who claims.
Keep from thought her
miniature frame, give sight to
the clouds cry her release was
one in the same
Thunderous moans.
Heard after each of his
lighting like thrust, nonequivalent
in speed but it's force is felt
when they're struck
gust of winds all pulled
from deep within, Traveling
lengths and his width sat far
from thin
Her lungs hunger grew steep that
story told via her gasp, shortened
Breaths all induced by her vaginal lips
desire to grasp
Floods of sensations.
her liquid passion spilled
now flowing beneath, admires
It's touch because it's influence
exceeds unique
A passionate leak.
Like watching the rain
your witnessing pure beauty,
so she sits and just thinks
basking in her body's purity
speaking of think.
The storms gone but
the rain refuses to flee,
As she dwells her climax
swells and her bed sheets
continue to drink
men-tal-ly.
The storm replays
Recorded
Felt physically
In-ternal-ly
Theres a hurricane
Flooded
fluids redirected now
seen externally
her legs and sheets.
finger tips all covered with
a taste of peach,
Her passion was sweet.
His thirst encouraged her
curiosity, now the presence
of his storm is felt repeatedly
When it rains.
The sky is in resemblance
to her sexual peak,
a massive effect look up your
storm is equivalent to her orgasmic
release
Mass effects
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