...Incredibly
we copulated- potent
was his penetration
to my cranium
...the secretion of
his wisdom impregnated
my 3rd eye to visions of
possibilities my two eyes were
too impaired to visualize.
...his fortified
verbiage gave life
to multiple offsprings of
knowledge, by any means necessary
his mental missionary position evoked
me to cum to grips with the significance
of our history
...he infected
me with his S.T.D
(straight truth disease)
elevating me from my knees
he said "*** doggy style"
then put it on me monumentally
"literary style"
...we 69'd
'til I screamed how
fundamental it is to
be ***ed into reality.
upon our climax he whispered,
"P.M.S"
(positive minds succeed)
©cj