The sperm nucleus seed sees beauty, but the soul makes it push for reinforcements in the root...until you find yourself, dick like a rock will always be in the way pounding the cervix thinking life is sex & sex is life.
For as long as I can remember sexual desire, I've been a filler of many vessels of luggage contained in lust. Lust to grow and be free because successful lust without love is meaningless or for those of still waiting for love it's the other way around.
After many years, I've confronted a piece of childhood that was a void of painful laughter in a period of mylife when I was homeless in my teens Now, abandoned with an inner peace stuggle, I desire to discover the missing, as a whole hole in the hold.In a relationship with a grown woman almost old enough to be my mom "lord - the MILF" and did.
I've unconsciously mastered the sexual convient, charmed the lustful challenge, and eased beside clever into the danger of yesteryear and the entourage acceptance of my sexual powers even at that age XXX rated movie stars had nothing on me. Loveless to me. Growing in pain. Hiding my shame of inno'the sweet sweat of women cum scents.
In a skirt or dress...jeans....or nude fat,BBW,skinny,cancer survior with no breast it was all gamed, lipsticked, demi'bra'd, pumped, taped or flawed in public awe of a sexual dream, I am standing thinking I'm a woman dream. I am still. No braver than that teenager. But my love of sex are too strong to contain even today it drive my core like yesterday.
Streetfilled, naked, smacking that ass, bruised, never knew you could make your dick sore from to much, made many a cat sore - raw from repeated love making...all the sap of my inner core...in endless liter...flagged "caution" to His Story, His Gain, Her Loss, His Pain...alone, I am safe at the other womans place. Waiting...and staying a float. All for that I'mmmmmmm cum coming note thinking I'm the player when I was being played by woman who's need were ten times greater than mine...
My journey is but a "snap" long, strong in the flow of sexual survival and choice. And someday when my voice exceeds the barrier to control...when pussy's fragrance is an undying skill of power..I will know pleasure and passion as quality...worth my lustful soul.For isnt that what I've lived my entire adult life doing?
Free from the title of a molested teenager, with a 29 yr old woman, a 22 year old bi-sexual female and a cancer survivor who I loved because her love of life & sex were one and the same pure!....into an open hand, extended and warm...
I AM FOUND IN THE LESSON OF sexual SPRING..plucked, watered and home.And now in my winter of sexual powers I stand alone.....still chasing lust & love like that teenager...
The sperm nucleus seed sees sexual beauty, but the soil makes it push for reinforcement in the roots. Until you find yourself, dick hard as a rock will always be in the way.
The pussy rainbow has a pot of gold. Look for the beauty in it always makes me over flow with cum...and tears grow into your happiness because I'll always GIVE you what you want. Tossed that ass just the way you like it SEX REVIEW AT A YOUNG AGE - remember I love you, no matter what. And dont ever get it your love & lust twisted!!!!!!
