naked bodies touching
she's on her back, craving it
my legs on both sides, my arm races
i feel her hand slide up my thigh, it enters a cave
she finds some grass to wait with
a race car, i am
sliding up and down a log, wet with her saliva
she smiles, so i must go on
fatigue is for infants; lost and needy
as she enter my cave
my present is trust upon her,
cream blows every which way
covering her silky pale skin
she wipes some with her hand, and swallows
the cock is not yet done
she makes a good use for it,
smearing the cream over herself
a mask is created
this is her mask
she only hides.
-peace
