Long Focus Lens
I knew, that if you knew that I was watching
Your thoughts of me would never be the same
The sexual approach as you hugs and
caresses her silicone enchancers
So tightly,
You feast upon her, sweetness
That moaning sound, the bulging purple blood;
Surges in your veins
You close your eyes, and you sigh “Oh my God”
words, I never heard like that before
You seem at ease with the whore
Copyright © Annie Lander | Year Posted 2013
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