She had never been with a woman before
Her word was bond
She went on to explain
I caught every word into my honey comb
Those immature past ventures were a handicap memory
Yet I assured the danger of moving forward
My taste was fatal upon departure
The sample tables ran out every time she got lost in our kiss
I was a savage at her hips
Teasing and teaching with wicked endowment
Involved and sore from previous bruising
The tempo in my mind was no match for the tempo of her grind
Yet I was the sublime mood to her never ending soul ties
Past bodies wrapped up their condolences
I crept in before noon lost in imagining
The taste of a goddess trampled on by her community
I was a rendition of r&b charging at a Coachella rate
She excused my endurance and stamina
In vain I toppled her insecurities and made love to her labia majora
What good is a dominant hiding behind shyness
What good is a submissive towering facials without astonishment?
Previous scouts lost their badges before her prevalence
She was caught in a whirlwind on loving how experience felt emptied into subvent
The stolen apple was silent in the gala
Still even I knew the freshest fruit were meant to devour.
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