No one was supposed to spread her glory thighs until whatever thirty day rule,
In that tiny black dress there was no stopping these tools the heavens blessed me with from ripping it to shreds,
A few clicks of my heels together under the table put me right at the crack of her ass,
I knew then there was no turning back,
I sat for days motor-boating my way into the seam of her dress,
Two peaches on each side of my cheeks,
The ground vibrates when she cuts her eye at each corner,
I can feel it twinkling the tips of my toes,
Standing in front of her I glance up at a mirror,
The glass begins a whirlpool of sinking circles,
It is I who is she,
But for some reason I look different,
I lean my face in towards the glass to catch a different glance,
I push my hand out in front of me,
I caught myself slowly sinking onto the other side of the past,
My head was swallowed by a mystical shallow piece of glass,
On the other side was another stranger version of myself,
I was sitting on the couch with my hand up my dress,
Parked on a purple velvet couch with brass buttons circling each corner,
The time had been anywhere between the mid century and the steampunk era,
Ruffles upon ruffles was the new little black dress,
Staring at a globe on the coffee table in front of me was a screen of modern time,
An old brass world globe caught spinning,
On the other side of the globe is what was turning me on,
I stepped further into the swirling vortex to come to the other side to see what I had been watching,
And of course a steamy 3D porn clip,
Her glory thighs had been parted for me and then me again,
Only to find myself masturbating on each end,
I lean over to touch the globe where the staticky porn had been spinning,
My hand slowly seeped into another version of this inception of a heated dream,
The start of casting into a dream within another dream,
Where there's nothing but parted glory thighs...
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