O these tender,
delicate,
intimate
moments
with her!
I lie face deep
in her beauty,
frolicking through
her lovely-petals,
kissing her wantonly
inside her open
receptical.
I am a witness
to her glory,
such sweet swollenness
unfolding in raw splendor.
And with a mouthful of her pistil
& my eyes fixated,
I tenderly swirl her style,
gently nibble her stigma
around her white filaments,
taste magnificent anthers
loaded with
her sweet
delicious pollen,
I feel her explode
into the wind.
O thank you
Dear Lord,
I swallow Heaven,
which quite simply,
is sublime.
Jul 23, 2014
Jul 23, 2014 at 6:03 AM UTC
O these tender,
delicate,
intimate
moments
with her!
I lie face deep
in her beauty,
frolicking through
her lovely-petals,
kissing her wantonly
inside her open
receptical.
I am a witness
to her glory,
such sweet swollenness
unfolding in raw splendor.
And with a mouthful of her pistil
& my eyes fixated,
I tenderly swirl her style,
gently nibble her stigma
around her white filaments,
taste magnificent anthers
loaded with
her sweet
delicious pollen,
I feel her explode
into the wind.
O thank you
Dear Lord,
I swallow Heaven,
which quite simply,
is sublime.
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