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It Comes Streaming

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Sensuality is in the soul.
Like a brook,
it come's streaming.
With your words flowing,
down to the valley.
Of your womanhood. 

Soft kisses at sunset,
on the plateau.
Evening caresses.
Your lips becoming
the wanderer.
On my chest.

Passionately embracing,
my rising shaft.
Praising the drip 
of my pearl drop. 
The sun.
Just coming awake.
You take. 

Stroking me, 
into reverie bliss.
My cries screaming,
seed release.
As you nourish
with heated arousal.
My cum on your tongue. 

The mind the stepping stones,
of the runnel.
Erotic ways. 
Like pages from a book,
it comes streaming.
Happy tears.
Sensuality is in the soul.
Our love behold.
Like a brook.

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