The sun went down, spitting its last rays
throwing light on the affair, of the Bejois and the Lays
the dusky basement yawned, lost in its slumber
the leaky pipes dripped wet, desperately in need of a plumber
muffled sounds of excitement, draws our attention left
on his knees, a young lad explores a cleft
lost in its worship, he strives to please the goddess
his soul trapped, entangled in her gentle caress
carved onto the wall, she revels in his prayers
a prudent smile at his will, a sigh when he breached her layers
Eyes clamped shut, she rocked in rhythm
gasps escaped her lips, instantly she bit em'
her mind was on fire, her feet shook with chills
pleasurable pain shocked her, pushing her off hills
her nails yearned, for flesh to claw
her hips swayed upwards, defying the law
his questioning glance ,she stammered a fervent nod
she soared higher and higher, with every prod
her hair a wild mess, her breath stuck in her chest
her knees quivered ,buttons poking through her vest
her thighs braving the cold basement air
The bridge of denim lowered to bare
her waist pressed against the musty wall
standing arched atop her knave, she stood tall
she felt the surf building up a mighty force
fueled by the continual stroking of her fiery source
she exploded with a scream, like overflowing lakes
A finger, A finger is all it takes.
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