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Midnight serenade
In the brambles
Beneath the Sycamore trees
As your lips do an aria 
To my mind and cock
Like a piano you play 
Hopefully my baton won't fail me

My penis takes rise
As if geese on quest north
The iceberg prism of your skin
Shines on the lunar moon so fair
You lay your head
About my parted thighs
The stars like spotlights on the leaves
Your tongue like velvet touch

The pouch between my legs
As your tongue displays
An erotic symphony 
The dais of my testicles
Sweet cellos in the meadows 
I cum like a fountain

Cum streaming down your chin
As if a tingling brook 
Sensual ejaculation as if Mozart
Scribing a wading opera
For an encore
Peering down at us
From the Sycamore branches afar

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