she peered
into the desires
languishing
at the base of my
fantasies
and tiptoed
through their confusion.
my wish
was her every command...
borne of
pubescent fire
that burned incessantly
in the recesses
that i hold true.
her hands,
firm but gentle,
searched my temple
for signs of arousal
that would
signal the need for release.
lips of red
trailing
the wooden monster
that her presence
had created.
throbbing and hot,
her upper valley
eased
onto member maniacal
throwing order
to the wind
and ushered in
the dawn of pleasure.
she did the apple dance
as my will to withhold
diminished
and turned to ash
under her enchantment.
i felt the sweet
approach of soldiers
as her softness
sent chills
through heated flesh.
i lurched forward
as the men in white
mounted a charge...
and she
straddled
with wetness
to heed the advance.
with back arched
and twins in motion,
we sing a song
of completion
as she
wisps away,
leaving me
drained yet fulfilled.
daaaaaaaaammmmmmmmnnnnnn........
ReplyDeleteThe imagery is exquisite in this piece ... "Men in white mounting a charge" "approach of soldiers" "back arched with twins in motion..."
AWESOME :D LOVED IT!