Cocksuckers 8.0

Suppose I adjust when I'm draining your lust,
And you spread your thighs rather wider?
I hope you will trust, love is never enough
Even when you are wonderful. Bide, Sir,
Your time. Let me think, you are on the brink;
But, be prepared to hold your elation;
You could simply hint, with a narcistic wink,
That you are god's gift to creation!

If your arrogance makes me zip up your pants
And down your most elegant tool,
You can look askance and plead for romance
And the sensual sucking, that a fool
Cannot hope to attain, when he won't take blame
And loses the chance to have cock sucked again,

Méli :heart:
 
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