Asinine
May 4th, 2006
By Archived Story
She stands astride, begging me to pass through
To come inside, to show me the truth
Her lust is her mind, everything she ever knew
With guttural moans she invites, begs me to do (,what,)
While on her back she lies, prepares for me to
She fluffs, I stuff, we flex and stretch.
Rough and tough.
Our love is a battlefield.
I get pushed out, she screams out
Next.
