Tuesday, June 23, 2009

Small Death

I suck his tongue
He bites my lip
I spread wide open my secret

He slips inside
Drums my walls
Pounds waves through my every layer
I quiver

He hammers into my core
Streams melt down my inner thighs
spilling over my margins
He overflows me

He plays free through my convexes
He conquers my concaves
I submit

I’m his hostage and refugee
Naughty whore and little girl
Shy student and sexy mistress
We are free

He pulls my hair
Rides his little ponyhoe
Whipping my round ass with his bare hand
He dominates me

I supplicate release
He says please
I succumb to a colossal implosion
I surrender

I want to taste him
I long his milk
I plead for his nectar over my surface
We let it be

I feel his body tightening
He holds my hips
He kisses my lips
The tide grows
He shakes
I can hear his heart beat

He holds for a second
Constringes preceding eruption
And in the most delicious moan
Gives in

Small death within