THE CHASE

Countless

Penises on your tongue

Finger

Scent you don’t know who is who

Condom

Wrappers litters your bed

Pumping

Out the rest of your soul

Blindly

Move yourself to see the earth

Outbreak

Of getting on in age

Eager

To kiss the light of love

Only

To die with every stroke

As

You lie to the illusion

Destroying

The future of innocence past

Your

Ass hole squeezes every ounce of your spine

While

Joy juice is left in his ass

Chaotically

You are out of control

Wishing

That a great copulation was achieved

Only

To be told that you are alone

As

You give into the chase

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