If I Had A Clit

Masculine lover
Feel my kiss
As you rub
My little dick

Tickle me now
with your calloused tip
As you Caress there
With your gentle prick

Slowly revolving
Around my clit

Taste where I ting
And lick my flesh again
Feeling divine
As you enter then

Rubbing against the grain
As your hard wears thin
Swallowing inside
My lips pressed in

Slowly dissolving
If I had a clit…

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About Michael Medlen

My name is Michael and during my free time I avoid having a day job. Strangely enough, this gives me the freedom to run this blog. I write just about anything that can be considered art. I also occasionally post articles that may or may not be relevant to the theme of this site. You’ve been warned.
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