In the near reaches of my evermore,
On the plains of my sanity,
I compose prose of sensuality,
Which arouses my string.
Blues on melancholia,
Cum dripping down my pencil,
Visions dance with me,
In my sanctity by the sea.
Cold thrills of ebony,
Soft arms drawing me near,
Chills of my cock throbbing,
Shadows masturbating in thin air.
Lesbians of my composing,
Arabesque on my torso,
Teasing me with their clit,
Sarcastically, I writ.
Bisexually, inclined I shine,
On the crest of words I scribe.
Down on knees to feast on cock,
Balancing on my mind's string.
Cursing calculation with ejaculation,
Upon my creative easel, my being.
Sexual light beams down on me,
Cum dripping down my pencil.
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