O #6

Hard,
I climb over
limbs
to sit
and rock
and grind
to lift
and drop
leaving you
breathless
and in awe
of the round
brown
cheeks
that part
in sync,
that slap
your skin
in rhythmn
with strokes
that have you
wanting
and cumining
so hard
and so deeply

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