i still taste your sticky sweet nectar on
my lips from the time you released your
seed onto my perfect *******
then you traced your fingertips onto
my precious flower and tasted my sweet honey, watching it drip from your fingertips
as you plastered your mark into my sweet flower--
my breathing becoming shallow from the sensations, thoughts scattered , close to the threshold before a beautiful release of ecstasy .
A perfect deflowering carved into my memory.
May 26, 2019
May 26, 2019 at 8:55 PM UTC
i still taste your sticky sweet nectar on
my lips from the time you released your
seed onto my perfect *******
then you traced your fingertips onto
my precious flower and tasted my sweet honey, watching it drip from your fingertips
as you plastered your mark into my sweet flower--
my breathing becoming shallow from the sensations, thoughts scattered , close to the threshold before a beautiful release of ecstasy .
A perfect deflowering carved into my memory.