![]() Just you, unresponsive bickering, in your T-shirt and panties. Can you be satisfied? Gliding in, I shove you hard onto the bed. The sky cracks as if slashed by a knife. Let it feast on the air while i feast on you. Binding you with hidden fetters I produce my scissors, cut your cotton off, Partaking of worlds both visible and veiled, Undiluted and unpolluted, you growl at me as I conquer you and your angry fountain, lead you back to love, bring you into sweetness again. |

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