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Purple Sol Forever My standards and expectations have reduced
in my lust-hungry, pheromone-induced
state of existence.
I offer no resistance
as he reaches for my center
with the utmost persistence.
I allow him to enter
66.6% of my apertures.
Then after, his sticky sticks
to my pursed and puckered lips.
Suckered into sucking the tip
and licking the shaft.
Drafting plans of slick ways
to get him inside me;
ass up, head down
for him to ride me.
But when we end this raucous ride,
in me, will he confide,
when he is no longer in me?
Objectified with my permission.
No objections, just submission
to the infections that erections
eject on my breasts
like a sweet, white, warm confection.
A warmth that might turn to fire,
fueling that fatal desire
that continuously allows me
to get burned.
And as I discern when's
the next time he will arouse me,
in my solitude, I wonder,
will I ever learn?
