Mangasm

Rampant
Again we go
Fully aroused
Our love
Driving our lust
Our semi-dormant needs
Fully alert
Needy
Greedy
Oft you have died this morn
Now my turn it seems
Yet this death I suffer
No little thing
No juices bleed from me
No seed
My body cries
I must push
Hit
Grapple
My heart lurches along
Breathing is almost a waste
Yet I force it
For I would not forget this
A new thing she has given
More than death
This was resurrection
And then she did it too me again
Damn that woman
Damn me
She's good

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