Poem by King Smutpunk

History of an orgasm

When my tongue

Hits her clit

With the meat of it

Kissing

She arches her back

Sharply

Her tit ripples

The nipple shoots back

And bounces back

Like an eye gone cross-eyed

Her body stiff as a drum

Then she relaxes

And melts into the

Comfy lawn chair

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