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and your point is

on the shoal of orgasmic bliss
my nuts bulge and burst
spewing the intentions
of my life
until there is nothing left
after the eruption

for there my dreams
were contained
and stored
and manufactured

fueled by the grouping
and the groping
of slippery flesh
and mindless fucking
my dick in her cunt

me feeling
the exquisite pleasure
as her cunt
tried to cut off my dick
and it couldn’t

which is why i remain
fucking supreme

elongated dots with tails

and there cannot
be any real reason
as to why they
thrash their tails
in a losing battle
against the stream

unless to prove that
maybe they’re wasted
or maybe not
when they
spill on my hand
instead of
around her egg

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