At the sight of her pink waist bead
My libido caught inflation
Like a Marlian on weed
The tail between my thighs with passion like a volcanic eruption
Launched forward like a tiger on its prey
Ushering in imaginations of a thousand and one way of devouring her in the eye of carton
Where and how do I start?
Roar dirty words of pleasure into her ears?
Shoot the arrow of my tongue into her narrow territory?
The way to start I have no idea
But in one way or the other
By the grace of the supreme being
This work
In the eye of carton
I shall consume
If I perish, I perish!
©ABSOL
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