something about the way
you flog me with your branches
never shaving your legs
and eating all organic all the time
fucking yourself slowly
with a carrot
while I lick the organic chocolate spread
off your thighs
a look in your eye
tells me you're about to cum
right as the shrooms kick in
the bedroom whirls into a forest
your lips form the words
that I want to hear
as I push you against a tree
free flowing foot fuck in the fir
unable to explain the absurdity
but still I'll try
while you drive me crazy
the look of zen in your eye
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