Why Do I Do It?
She desired me, like a match yearns to be scratch & lit.
I gave it to her raw & uncut...& every stroke was a hit!
Didn't miss a beat!, gave it to her like it depended on my life.
With calculation & precision...like throwing punches in a fight!
With the intentions of knocking my opponent out... a K.O. that would last
through the night.
She wouldn't come back for seconds, cuz this love would be beyond right!!!
With every thrust into her tunnel of love...where i gave my all.
She became more irrational, i mean crazy..! like a derange mad dog.
But..., why did i do it, after i witness this reaction so many times?
This tongue of bliss..!with this phallus of love!?... made'em all crazy & blind!
....So, i'm asking my self..! Why do i do it?
Copyright © Damion Obadan | Year Posted 2008
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