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Night's Champion

 Come take my hand. There's no wish I cannot grant
no desire I cannot fulfill-What you want. The powder or the pill,
Forget your job, your family. What can they offer you
drink a little, sniff a little-you know it's true,
I can give you more. Just trust me a little more
but for one night you have to be my unconditional whore,
We were both born of sin, so be the ultimate sinner
just consider me your conscious or your pussy prime minister,
Strip below the waist, because your pleasure I wanna taste
sit your sweet hole directly on my face,
Your sexual cries. The grind of your body as I begin lickin
your mouth moans blasphemous words as you catch bedside religion,
Now you begin to feel there is no love greater than mine
when I'm standing up in you pushing ten deep from behind,
Second hole penetration shock your mind to anal love
I can tell it's your first time, because I see blood,
Eyes glazed from pleasure-sheets gripped from pain
from my tip I let you suck red and brown colored cocaine,
Yes that's it. Wash it down with some spit
my night champion, stay at it forever and don't quit.




 

 
Written by CasketSharpe
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