On fringes of horizons, my rising sin,
Words on pages defining my me.
Within my being sensuality shines,
Shadows in mime, I comprehend.
For those that don't know me,
They probably never will.
I am the voyager of my universe,
Seeking the key.
Traveler of quill, on pages I compose,
Fetish of erotic quiche,
The daredevil of my cock ascends,
Within the valley of womanhood.
Tongue following in due course,
Flesh of the body, my thirst lust,
Dripping man-honey, my quill's ink,
Her hips elevating to my wanton lips.
Throbbing of my testicle's shaft,
Early dawn of her new awakening,
My muse tattoos my hungering cock,
With her clit, my cum gushing.
Poetically fornicating on new day morn,
Suckling breasts, chapters in limbo,
Looking down at shadows in mime,
Sharing kisses on the dew.
My gift to merrymakers like me,
The creativity of my daily quest,
Pleasures of my erotic connivings,
On fringes of horizons, the rising sin.
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