My mouth makes its daily pilgrimage
A sacramental routine to the Divine
She resonates in eyes and mind
But that's a tale for another day
On a pedantic quest
He is meticulous, a perfectionist
In nothing
But this...
Stop now:: hold me at the hips
she is my anticipation in alabaster
so Sadistic, brooding, now my near biting mouth moves...
“please?”
projecting points, two sinful
hipbone temptations
as he traces
soft skin with two fingers
***in the serpentine tradition
Of fallen
Eden Grace***
he knows she feels the same
Her chest pounding, sweat shakes
a daytime ****** for that salination:::
coyly she recoils
her toy taught and long since conditioned for the taste
it all seems so familiar
A mind's race to the vault of all his ***** thoughts of her
***”Now to play in real time what was run through
in those shower wet ideations”***
cdh
Jun 30, 2019
Jun 30, 2019 at 5:56 PM UTC
My mouth makes its daily pilgrimage
A sacramental routine to the Divine
She resonates in eyes and mind
But that's a tale for another day
On a pedantic quest
He is meticulous, a perfectionist
In nothing
But this...
Stop now:: hold me at the hips
she is my anticipation in alabaster
so Sadistic, brooding, now my near biting mouth moves...
“please?”
projecting points, two sinful
hipbone temptations
as he traces
soft skin with two fingers
***in the serpentine tradition
Of fallen
Eden Grace***
he knows she feels the same
Her chest pounding, sweat shakes
a daytime ****** for that salination:::
coyly she recoils
her toy taught and long since conditioned for the taste
it all seems so familiar
A mind's race to the vault of all his ***** thoughts of her
***”Now to play in real time what was run through
in those shower wet ideations”***
cdh
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