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Spawning follies under darkening skies,
On cusp of thunder I thrive lust about me. 
With dust from my soul, Sandman's rising.

Like storms brewing in clouds of my lust, 
Words sling wickedly-wackity from my mind, 
Of erotic sensuality dripping from my pen.

Masturbation, don't fail me on my dusk trek,
Beneath the rain, I inherit the musk
And midnight's purple. 

Smiling in my beguiling of falling cum,
The cup of your womanhood spills,
Stanzas of pussy and fornication blue. 

Garnish of tits at my cock's end,
Like a totem my tongue sings.
Spawning follies under darkening skies.

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