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Lobster pot love

Lobster pot love

Tags: vision,
A beautiful catch

I kept no thought of lovers in my heart
Until the time I saw my vision play
The problem how the conservation to start
As she kept her beaus at bay

The lobster pot my favourite tool
To leave within the depths and watch
The evening light, the waters cool  
The shadows long, the fire does catch

I traced my hungers of the day 
As embers burned, the fire gives way 
To night time dreams, who should I lay?
My vision came in bright array

Her swirling skirts did she remove
Divest her panties in my room
She rode me hard, I did approve
Whilst in my hand her flower did bloom 

This vision of my heart is true
The scent which from her body flow
Brought life and vigour, taste her dew
She rides my tongue as I bestow

These words I write, form in my heart
I see her there, I stroke her cheek
Deep passions there, not just in part
My hopes are buoyed, my cock is sleek

This lobster pot it brought such joy
To touch, caress my vision deep
It quells my fears with pure alloy
My lobster pot's catch, I need to keep

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