THE TRACTOR BEAM... (BY KEVITO DA POET)

HER BODY WAS BORN
TO BE ENJOYED BY ONE
LIKE SHE HAD
A PREDETERMINED
SEXUAL DESTINATION
A COLLISION COURSE
WITH YOURS TRULY
NO ESCAPING
LIKE IN HER THIGHS
THEREIN LIES
THE TRACKER BEAM
I ALWAYS SEEM
TO GET CAUGHT UP
FIND MYSELF
INSIDE HER NEVER
WANTING TO LEAVE...

TO DESCRIBE THE FEELING
I USE WORDS
EVEN THOUGH THAT
FIRST INSERT
IS IMPOSSIBLE TO
PUT IN SOME
ITS LIKE SHE HAVE LITTLE
HANDS MASSAGING HIM
ON THE INSIDE OF HER
MY FIRST REACTION
IS TO CUM BUT
MY MIND KNOWS
WHAT MY MOUTH WON'T
BE ABLE TO SAY
MINUTE MANS UNWANTED
GOTTA KEEP THE PACE...

I KNOW I WEAR IT
ON MY FACE
THE LOOK OF PLEASURE
EYES CLOSED AND
ROLLED WHEN I ENTER
ON TOP LIKE A TANK
OR FROM THE BACK
LIKE A HATCH
I CAN'T UNATTACH
FROM HER
VENUS MAN TRAP
OR PINK PENIS EATER
DEPENDING ON
WHEN YOU SEE IT
IT CAN BE EITHER OR
BUT CLAIMED ONCE AGAIN
BY YOURS TRULY...;)