Someone forgot the pearl necklace today
I remember seeing a red and white skirt
the sound of the wind was strong
a floral set of earrings
As the camera rolled
a pause stood in the air
there wasn't a single cloud in the sky
the black blouse was transparent
the red on the mustang
reflected your sunshine face.

That dark desire clouds your mind
It whispers something profane
Asking for pleasure that bind
Filthy corruption and bane.

No prelude, no tease, just raw need,
A hungry mouth taking the lead.
In the back seat, where secrets abide,
Of the Uber's dark, wild carnival ride.

My skirt pushed up with a hurried hand,
No ******* to slow his fervent demand.
My thick *****, spread wide apart,
Exposing the pearl that quickens my heart.

His tongue descends, deliberate, slow,
Circling the heat where my arousal flows.
A steady rhythm, two strokes in time,
Each flick sending shivers up my spine.

My swollen lips throb, pulsing, alive,
His every touch makes my senses dive.
The tension builds, I feel it rise,
As his tongue tastes deeper, igniting my cries.

Three thick fingers, filling me tight,
Driving me wild in the shadowed night.
Back to my ****, his mouth relentless,
Licking and *******, leaving me defenseless.

I’m wet, I’m ready, my body ablaze,
Lost in the haze of his carnal craze.
Licking, licking, with passion unbound,
In this moment of bliss, only pleasure is found.

Do your eyes still traverse the corridors of memory, like a VCR
rewinding its cherished tapes? Capturing your reflection in the
mirror—still radiant, unadorned, and unapologetic. I still find
myself consumed by jealousy for that bathroom mirror,
privileged to witness you from every corner of your room.

Consumed by the sinister allure of your skin’s shadowy depths,
a brilliance emerges that rivals the most exquisite treasure.
My dear, you continue to weave a tapestry of uncertainty around
me—thoughts hovering like spectres above, even as you attempt
to mask the passage of time with a new hue in your hair.

Yet, your capricious emotions betray you, revealing strands of silver
that ravenously consume my heart, and each sigh a testament to
your power. You ought not to linger in the recesses of my mind,
yet these last seven days have only intensified my fascination,
leaving me utterly weak.

I cast my laments to the skies, my spirit weeping profusely – the
cascade of your lip’s whisper, the tempestuous tides of your form,
the fortress of towering trees echoing the curve of your legs – how
can I possibly avert my gaze from your enchanting eyes? You have
transformed my heart into a crime scene, slaying me piece by piece,
all for the sake of uniting with you.

"I see you in both ways-
not the optimist. He fails to choose naturally.

You are that one cake among the rest
that presents herself with multiple coats of frosting,
no one would dare cut you open after appreciating your beauty -
he's afraid to taste something suspicious."