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Waking up from the land of the lost. Released from the stillness of the pause. Exiting the other end of dreams leaking. Reality I've slipped back to the connection speaking. From outta nowhere running outta time I found pornageahic like fame. I had oughta known better but wanted to play. Opened eyes drifted on the sight of obsessions. As fine as the curves that sway with tasteful dimensions. Having my share of the twist of their vanity. Thoughts embedded n acted out for the recollection of the baggage of insanity. Beauty beheld upon the surface as lust caressing luv. All in all the want was to feel them in a touch. Forced to redirect my aims calling of getting it in. N the sights I've seen had em in ways that makes me grin. Soft n hard n as dirty as they could come out to play. As I now stand solo peeping something deeper that would luv to taste my name. From the dead zone covered in broken passions step that wasn't made. Sexually the grip clung to them needing my penetrating games. Meat stuffed they came so fucking hard. As I thought I was a god of some sort claiming their woos from the start. At least that's what they called me inside of their hips rotating move. How could I possibly lose. Enjoyment craved what I teased in my hands. Riding n bent over the submission was grand. Yet, there was more I needed as a man. So I put em with the fantasies in my head. Licked n locked in the vault I walked away from the bed. N as good as the depth reached wrapped around the girth filling their void. I turned to save myself for they were only a moaning noise. Erecting the stance pleasing more than any thought that could be taught. N it was the man in me wanting more than flaws. As a package swimming in more than their drip I needed more than to see em crawl. Even beg for more as hands bonded drove em sideways scooting away from my tongue. On the run I dipped in n outta the only thing they knew. Getting fucked. The porn stars that met their match. N it's me in which I laugh. Checking the freak within. Yeah, I finally win. But still weak to the fact of pleasure to the fullest. Women are like a loaded gun with a single bullet. N it's jus if they woulda given reason to my worth I woulda stayed. Opened up a Lil instead of jus wanting to sit on my face. With the behind the back Bs that influenced my birds needing to be shown. As they remain in memories still sitting upon their thrones. I've had  more than my share... N not a one of em truly cared...