Conceived
of a gourmet
A
son of a poorly rich man
Conceived
by the river bed
In
a lust so irascible
The
cold wet sand
Mixing
the vigorous
Swelling
urge
And
she rose in tides
To
his voracious thrust
Moaning
softly
As
he let it in
That
single seed
Go-go’s
was wildly sown
He
collapsed on her bosom
Pushing
deep
Into
her velvet vortex
Thighs
beating in rhythm
Chest
puffing in hunger
Her
eyes betrayed
Begging
for more
But
his last jerk
A
feel of satisfaction
He
hurried out
Her
between smiling and weeping
As
she lay prostrate
Skirt
tucked to the waist
Begging
for more
As
she felt him grow
Go-go
was seeded
By Okandiogada
wonderful work.
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