The Dick, or not the dick, there is no question: Whether 'tis Nobler in the mind, envision The textured taste of delicious semen, For I wish for a sea of cum in nothing, And by accepting the dick: to fuck, my tits Harder; I cry heavens, for you to fuck And to cum with the force of a thousand suns. That Flesh is heir to? 'Tis a consummation Devoutly to be entwined. To die is to sleep, To sleep, perchance to naught; Aye, there we fuck, For in that sleep of death, what dreams may come, I savor fantasies of you and I, I give no pause, where in this dream we fuck. That makes excitement of so long life: For I bear the Whips and Chains of love, To cast 'way love, wrong, the prude man will fall to my charms The want of devil's Love, the burning sex, Insolent, it salutes, control it hath spurn The pleasure of denying with the teasing games played When you yourself might blow your load quick With a bare hand? Who would caress your wit, You to grunt and sweat under a floaty breath And the agonizing pleasure of soft lips As I blow, taking to the hilt, your manhood Sensual pleasures of skilled tongue, breaks your will to Drive your cock deep within nothing of throat And to fly loose, torrents of cum, down the hole Thus the wanting sex does make brave of us all, Filled with the pleasure of your cum, my powers free You sickles o'er, pale casted of drained Thought, Far to weak to fulfill my needs, you are lost With this to Makai I give a hour freed This anonymous could not satisfy I like fair Ophelia? Nymphs, we both must be All our lewd sins are victory.
BSB, as you requested, you shall receive - Halaxis