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Henny Walk Medusa Talk
I can't believe the Henny got me going this deep
when my mind chose to sleep, allowing my body
to become weak.
The Hennessy fills my throat with a heavy tied, a
sudden heat,
While I trace the rim of my cup looking for him, where do
I begin.
Thinking of all the dark things I could do to him, pouring
the lust so deep oh! I think I am about to nut up......
I like it sour, I like it sweet, I like deep, and I mean Skin deep.
Oh, shit this Henny got me fucked up.
Liking lips, Licking titts oh my how divine
So, I take another sip. I want the sex that tears
the skin,
To seek a violent, brief embrace, while the poison
settles in.
This Henny is talking for me again......
Blur the lines as your fingers touch all the edges of my body
while your touch lingers for hours.
while the Henny strips away the careful walls of hesitation
leaving behind this dizzy sexual demon mind.
I look you in your eyes, realizing the vertigo I see is not from
the glass. It's terrifying how you completely own me in the dark
My hands find your body, not with a gentle touch, but with a desperate
grip of drowning; don't forget to grip those hips.
Y'all this Henny got me clowning......
Flip me over and tie me up. Wait, is that enough?
I want to press my mouth to yours until the bitterness of the Henny
melts into something devastatingly sweet, until neither of us can remember
where the chemicals end and the blood begins.
This Henny allows me to look at this sexual monster of my own devotion and
realize I would gladly let it consume me as long as I can breathe the air right
out of your lungs.
Now give me another sip of that Henny
By Delleesa Harris 6/30/26
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