She said she wanted to
"Eat the meat"
Biting as she went down
By the time
She got down to the package
It went limp
As I had bled out.
Now I'm a stiff
Never have a
"Zombie lover" it never works out

Spreading of her wings,
Pleasure taken to new heights,
Thrill with damp landing.

I reminisce quite often

of your touch

and

the unabashed ****** experimentation's

we've shared.

I know my worth,

so don't you go forgetting,

I had you with your mouth agape,

your toe's curling

as

you cried out my name...

call my conceit one of a kind,

because

I know the way you stare,

the way your  eyes lustfully & licentiously devourer me,

the way you crave me

and

how you cling to the memories of us,

in bed.

Your priapic lust for me

is

equally accepted & measure,

almost to a point where

I could have ******-combusted

since

you always seem unable to stop,

but

you must know,

I have a very arcane little list and lucky for you

I've let you in...

hahaha lucky indeed & better for me.

My concupiscence  language

and

metaphors simplify & convey my lustful intent.

In simpler terms just know I want to repeat are coupling,

I'd like you to to bend me over and stretch me to my fullest.

open me widely

and

dance with in my silken  Venus’ cradle,

entangle me into

a dreamlike haze,

in which my  fantasy and reality are indistinguishable.

I know you've  harboured about me & the many ways,

all the very excitingly different ways you could defile

and desecrate my ripe tight little body,

I see more clarity and certainty of what might happen,
  
if ever

I'd allow you to spend the night with me again,

I still remember our passionate nights together,
  
oh so very well,  

I can see it,

I taste us and worst yet,

I can feel your animalistic

and

sometimes brutal ****** assault on me,

I still feel you deep within

my seductive tight little love box.

Your

a

cannibalistic-cunnalinguist master,

causing havoc within me,

as you attack hungrily

between my thighs,

sending me spinning,

sending me on a  intoxicating high.

Our last encounter,  

left me unable to breathe,

barely able to walk and yet I have no regrets,

well maybe just one,

and that is;

all good things must come to an end!

(until I heal.)

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