The pleasure in your garden where strokes turn into thrusts
I harvest deep and reap fully beneath your frock
The strength of my cock
The ploughing on your crop
You spasm while I fuck
Urging you to flush some juice down my stuff
For you are indeed my best slut
Sheer pleasure between two thighs
Guilty truth yet blissful lies
Farming on you seems so right
All 'Yesses'....No 'Whys?'
Such is my bountiful harvest of your seeds
Sowing and reaping timely, before your pouch bleeds
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