Drip
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MatureComplete Wed, Jun 29, 2016<5 mins
Does it pop severely? Does it overflow?
Swelling with every stroke, ready for after glow.
The tip of her waterfall is now at its peek
And he listens to her as she squeals and sweaks.
As her grips get rougher, so does his moans
His breathing getting slower, and slowly turning to groans.
And then suddenly, with a swiftness, it had all been done
Starting with a march, the soldiers began to run
Spouting like champaign on a hot summer night
It dripped like honey and the war was won.
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