Phantasia, in my awakening sleep,
The other side of me I steep.
Prosing out words of pleasures,
In catacomb of dark sensuality,
Poetically brewing my personality,
Jacking out stanzas of copulations,
My cock rises.
On stick, my prick of this occasion,
You saddle my thighs, riding.
The fest I quest, of my sobriety,
Swilling lust from my feathered quill.
Throbbing, I swoon of my composing,
Soft breasts of fountains I thirst,
Lactations of my fornications,
Quenching my verse.
The tower of joust, my shaft cums,
Spouting out my nightly feed,
On edge of tomorrow's sanity,
Phantasia, in my awakening sleep.
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