Black Iron

AgingWings22

Forged of fire and muscle.

True to the grind and hustle.

Special forces within the iron crown.

A shaft or freaks, warriors flowing down.

Lives to deliver pleasure or pain.

Tough with skills in the heavy rain.

Driven to puncture hard and deep.

Into mysterious valleys long and steep.

Merciless in the old fashioned way.

Called to work in the erotic fray.

Measure of a man between her walls.

Through moans, sighs, screams, cries the hammer falls.

 

 

  • Author: AgingWings22 (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 22nd, 2022 17:06
  • Category: Erotic
  • Views: 25
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Comments1

  • Jonas Robinson

    A nice catchy rhythm with a bit of originality too. I enjoyed this. Thank you for sharing. 🙂



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