She pleads the sun to stop rising in East,
And she pierces her fingers in my thighs,
To stay cuddled till the dusk in West,
Sun raised not in the sky,
But made me aroused high,
I hold the honeypot,
till she unleashes beads of honey,
We then play it around the bush,
Uttering the hushes of big ‘O’.
Well written.
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