If you were Eve and I was Adam
In the garden with the tree
The fruit would be your juicy peach
The hanging serpent would be meNo clothes would be apparent
To cover up the sights to view
Everything is new to both of us
We had to learn what we should doWas excited by the curves I saw
Your hips, your breasts and ass
The head rose on my hanging snake
I moved towards you in the grassAs I approached in all my nudity
I saw you look at me and smile
And touch yourself erotically
With your fingers for awhileThe more you touched, the more I grew
Until my snake looked to the sky
I noticed that your thighs were damp
I soon would find the reason whyAs I reached you, you leaned forward
And you offered me your mouth
We interlocked our longing lips
While my own hand headed southWanted to feel what you had felt
In the softness of your groove
As I spread your southern lips apart
Your resting hips began to moveRotating 'round my fingers
As they played within your slot
I felt the flow within you
Made you wetter, made you hotYour hand moved to the viper
That was entering on your den
My own hands fondled both your breasts
As you helped that viper inSince my viper is cold blooded
It needs warmth to cum around
He found it in your heated den
Entered in without a soundI certainly went right along
He was attached, I had no choice
All I heard were moans come from you
You had lost your speaking voiceYou squeezed me and you teased me
Sucked the length of my snake in
It felt so good surrounding me
It just had to be a sinMy snake's a spitting adder
As it warms in your abyss
It releases shots of pleasure
When inside it cannot missYou press up to the source of it
Until my balls bang on your ass
I do not believe you'll hurt it
For the snake's not made of glass“This is my sacred garden”
I heard a voice say in my ear,
“If you continue what doing
Then you are not invited here”“Get up and put some clothes on
Put you dick back in your pants
You are welcome here no longer
Find another place to dance”
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Secrets Into The World of Pure Ectasy
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