Abused, ' It Only Grew

Coming to me thus at night by your warm, mouth. Your how my fat and pout y lips the tongue around forever. Darting in and out of me right there, I shiver. Being small when starting out of mine. Will I ever limp once more I move against that wind. Why does it move out there my will is gone inside the cave. Does your asking pull it out and move it in can I say no. The moon that never sleeps it keeps me warm up high. So little came so much I can't recall when deep in sleep. When are we but grew and she is now my other sitters shame.