Monday, June 21, 2010

If yu have a soft stomach...DNT READ!!

Your eyes
dark as night
the full lashes, their clear whiteness
i have been looking intently at you
and i can feel the warmth rush up from my belly
this need to fall into your eyes
how they speak loudly
and tell me to explore you
and you to explore me

your lips
soft to touch,
soft to taste
filling me with its thickness
your darting tongue
playing against my roughness

the stubs of hair on your strong chin
and a jaw that speaks volumes

my hand runs down your hairy chest
and my mouth follows suit
my tongue licking your anticipation to feverish heights
as i take your perky nipples into my mouth,
between my teeth as my tongue circles it...
...slowly...

now i know...i know...

so i release this tigress
and take you in my mouth
suckling softly, then suckling hard
my tongue tracing your beautiful hardness

i rise up to give you a desperate kiss
as you find your way to my feminine softness
and fill me to expansion
filling me to fulfillment
and i tell you to watch
my breathe singing softly against your ear
as you watch you go in and out
in and out...in and out...
and i can scream your name...just for the first time

my breathiness is heavier than before
your name is singing in my head
two syllables...your name
as you drive harder, harder
until you can feel my shudder
as i turn hot,
then turn cold
goose bumps running down my skin

the tingling sensations running down your spine
blood pounding in your head
your ears are ringing
and the pleasure that you can feel in your toes
as inch by considerable inch
my tightness grabs your hardness
a fist: tight, hot, nervous, wet.

you call my name
and i scream yours
as you burst into a million stars
and i ride on the wings of pleasure.
*sigh*

2 comments:

  1. If her desire could be measured, it would outweigh the galaxies above and those yet to be discovered.
    It would outweigh the pulling of the sun, and the tyranny of the earth.
    For she devours with intent to kill, that life may spring forth from the carcasses of dead lies and broken walls.
    She devours with intent to kill every resistance and crawling hesitations, as her lips dances across his moist desert, bringing the rain of wet dreams across his parched wanting, his earth trembling in a glistening quake of rippling muscles, one petal flowers blooming all over in the spring of her heat.

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