tongue tatsin my minds thoughts, tongue curled up da back on my throat, lickin my brain, tryin 2 get in.
attemptin its chance @ da magic goin on inside like age old sin.
1 taste i hear it say, but i kno it wont stop @ dat, i kno cuz i taught it everything it knows, n it jus wants dat cat unda my hat.
from da slow stroke, long slide, flattened slurp, 2 da gentle ticklin of its endless tip, hell no, my mind couldnt handle it, yet it wouldnt mind lettin it in.
siliva buildin on da dreams i posses deep in da middle of da night, but dats expected, i think my hormones get ova stimulated as iv awakened so errect.
thinkin, wat was my tongue doin 2 my mind while i was asleep, cuz i feel dis easin pleasure screamin inside like my pants r about 2 explode on visions id luv 2 explore, its possible my mind has been molested in dream world by a skill i helped create, leavin me feelin so cheep.
brian massaged, caressed deep in2 da night, i feel so violated n i gotta say i liked i! yet i dont taste da left ovas from da desired invisable slit wen i awake.
leavin me needin 2 release my army dats soul purpose is 2 escape as 1, cuz my tongue has done gone n woke up da 1 thing in which makes everthing so much fun.
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