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Oct 2021
relational nightmare yet vague dream of a greenless dayless slumber: night time jack with wood sprawled between his toes: four eyes and mounds of almonds for teeth, yet similar to a burly real husk-man, he stayed inside for the night: camping gear yet no shiny pearls or watch, just his axe and lovely jewels with kind eyes and brimming toothy-sandstone smile — candy man simmering in astral cream, related back to me and my angels as he waves at me like a sunny day, bringing forth the sun vignetted trees and leaves: waves of autumn and spring sprushing by us all from his slick finger. sounds hissing from his mouth and he wills his body to change with his mind, yellow construction and a **** of his teeth. fire spouts from the hole he made and he blows upon life to enforce its behavior: like its shape, he takes forth the sun as a present to the man-fire and bakes it in the earthenware cast. forgiven, again, once more for the hand rolling nature; he sweats yet wipes it off with the sand upon the ground. a towel blanket he’s made out of chimes, bells, whistles, and tones. cycling sounds produces a color of slight orange tinged with yellowish trinkets: makes my ******* cause a flurry, a flustered sight between my buttocks and the flabbergasted nature of this man. he paws and gropes at the brown fat mass upon my back side, beard full and beard sprung, playing and kicking my buttocks as if it was his toy and for this moment I loved to be this toy for him: wet creamery slides down from in between my thighs, a view from the front reveals the lowercase “w” shaped hanging buttocks cheeks I have, large and full, now in his slender vainglorious hands: surprised at the texture of my meat and surprised at his enjoyment of my derrière. the jiggling flesh bounces in his palms and my thighs and waist become his. my froth leaks from me and my roundabout teats become hardwired and ready to socket. the plump globes lift from my chest, and before he takes them in his hands, his anterior is now glued to my posterior: screams of songs delightfully escaped my mouth, rescued by his joyous moans that catches mine in the air: frivolous fribjous day! this man takes my chest, as they are his pearls, takes what is his, gropes and squeezes and pushes hope into my large milk-swollen teats: picking at my rock *******, thrusting his extended ***** boneless member into the soft slivet between my juicy ebony cheeks: his fair hands squeeze, pull, press, takes; his hips ******, rub, grind, and gives. his slender hips engulfed within the creamy huge flesh of my buttocks and his pink lips attach and **** to my dark neck: he takes me!  I push myself back, leading our bodies myself to the couch beneath him, our bodies stretched backwards and now my head rests on his shoulder, my ******* lifted and pointed in the air with his hands stuck onto my round dewdrops on my chest, and his hard fleshy pink man sliding into my wet hot ebony crevice: deititious nectar oozes from us both, slides and thrusts and our bodies dancing on one another: I bounce on top of him, my pillowy large buttocks slapping against his crotch and his regal hands cup my ******* that jiggle and bounce against his palms: my moans synchronize to the thump, slap, slap, thump of his strong pelvis pressing against my large buttocks as he lodges his thick and large ***** inside of my soft, blossomed flower: he forgets where he begins and I end as we merge into this melody of body, moans, and my head turns to his to kiss and our tongues entangle and move over each other’s bumpy wet soft surfaces: pink upon pink. his soft fair hands move to my waist while my tongue explores his mouth, moving my body up and down faster and slamming himself into me harder and harder: hitting me, my sweet ******* area, until my pinky ****** love clasps and spasms tightly around him, my goddess flower clamping tightly onto his god stem, only releasing her yonic juices that have filled the rivers, seas, and oceans; he fills me with his *****: his seed that has created trees, fruit, mountains — together we have made life, we have made the universe.
acacia
Written by
acacia  F/orbis
(F/orbis)   
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