The yearn the burn the impulse locked vision only thought vis-grip to couple and release, be calm, be mellow, be put tied-melting flesh-ours-buttered, cleaved-heaved, moments of heaven branded vise-like-stressed-pushed-pounded-carnage of our two heated fleshes melting in carnal bliss and our climaxing crimson fired-worked worked-flag, flushed-through, channels, our panting dogged lust-blind-stamped us, squeezed squashed quelled straightness, queered us , some, crumpled collapsed our brute straightness, our trans our twins our cross-dressers wanting same, what a glorious fucking match to match each Luther to match and pass, piss and shit the others, just reduced to our primal fucking mania to impregnate another, to carry on , with our without our jeans as long as our genes prevail, and our sperm sets sail into champnnels warm and hot and scalding, no scolding, just wells of deep flesh darkened and invisible, quivering pulp flesh, eyes blaze, breat catching gasping available air, all is now fair in brains ours privates ours be fucking till fucked up fucked out fucked good!

who cares about the rest!? / in these moments / only one moment counts and that is when we all climax / We reach our zeniths our summits our quelled quiet / For males our extinguished balls for females, what !. / Say you females, i dare not speak for you, / What say all you females about our rush to oblivion / If only fleeting flashing free te pirary seconds where / Miraculous ee together have the illusion time stands still!