"That Which is Mine"

That which is mine cannot help but come to me,
and the massive-breasted lady my words have summoned,
the gentle, loving woman whose orgasmic udder-bosom
surpasses the remainder of her voluptuous torso in sheer size,
cannot help but search for me, find me, pursue me,
and faithfully belong to me with lifelong ecstasy,
constantly and repeatedly burying my thrusting tower and flowing love-seed
deep between the numerous undulating gallons of her insatiable udder-breasts,
and utterly refusing to release me.
The vessel of my beloved wife was made for my joy,
and her soul cannot help but long for me;
her massive udder-bosom and warm, deep, orgasmic breast-cleavage
cannot help but desperately yearn for me,
jealously craving all of my virility.  Without any effort on my part,
my faithful orchid passionately searches for me, finds me,
and immediately submits herself to me in the same day,
hungrily burying my erect pillar between her massive, undulating udders
with blissful, peaceful, consummate joy.
And I will keep her with faithful, amorous, satisfying love,
I will be her safe haven of lifelong ecstasy,
and her warm, deep, thirsty breast-valley will always be filled
with my thick, creamy rivers of virility.  Her wet blossom
will always give me pleasure, and her gigantic udder-bosom
will always be my satisfying home.

Copyright (c) 2004, Kenneth Scott, All Rights Reserved