She moves with a violent grace,
her hips swaying like a pendulum,
And her ******* bouncing like an avalanche.
Every movement is a seductive dance,
And my frothing wolf maw yearns for a taste of her.
She feeds me lust like a refreshing pink lemonade,
A sour and sweet symphony of pleasure that I savor with delight.

We collapse,
Eyes dilated to the size of a well,
Panting to catch a single breath.
Hot air exchanged as steam stipples skin;
Bodies tangled like twisting vines
Spent and scented with secret sensations
Secreted upon the sheets so shamefully sweet
As we catch the wave of calm washing over
In syncopated arrhythmia and bated breath.

I'm trying to fill your gaps with the lengths of me,
inhale your essence in form of hyperventilating.
Handling a ****** that i'll purposely procrastinate
I wont commiserate , it's more so a proclamation.

Guide your hands to the utmost high.
Religion can be a lie but we will pray tonight,
atone for sins, all while committing them,
a sip from our fountains before we begin.

Holy water. Instinctual desire.
Theres no hell in this fire created in our friction.
We've taken a fiction into reality.
We can lack diction in our expression tonight.
I'll read more into the thrusting of hips
and the curling of toes and lips
and the feeling of finger tips
to verify what your physical reactions
and floods already tell me.
I confess at your feet, i'm on my knees
begging for saving.
I'm praying on a rosary thats choking me.
No tithing but offering daily communion;
you have my body for free.
We worship in my house. Eucharist.
Natural inebriation, no tantalus.
and when your ready to spill your secrets,
call out my name through your bliss
while you grip my sheets in your fists.
You didn't know heaven could be visited
but we just did.