Naked, skin against skin enveloped in darkness, No up or down, only lips, breasts, cock, and cunt, We surrender to our attraction in a swirling spiral of lust and passion. We twirl around each other, faster and faster until we blur into one.
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Spring Orgy
The bees toil. Tirelessly buzzing from flower to flower, Collecting nectar from the blooming redbud tree. The bees toil, Converting nectar to royal jelly. The bees toil, Supporting the queen and her brood. The bees toil unaware of their participation in a sexual orgy of pollen and plants. The bees toil. ~Quinn Blueheart
Quinn Blueheart 