The warm milkiness of her thighs caress my head. Her eyes are blazing through the top of my head. I love it. I wallow in the lust that permeates our pores and envelopes us like a warm blanket.
Her breasts are tender and firm under my hands. Two pink suns barely laying above the white horizon of her breasts. The scent down here invites me closer.
The world outside is falling on ears made deaf by the two legs pressed against my head. I can hear my heart beat against my chest. It pumps up and down and the bed slightly tremors from it. I swear I can hear blood coursing through her body.
My gaze falls from her breasts which I am still cupping in my hands, clenching her nipples between my outstretched fingers, to her stomach. I can't wait to lay kisses up to her mouth on my way back. But first I have to kiss her succulently in other regions. I am going to dance around this warm space like a bee dances on a flower.
I bring my face down and realize that I am staring into the pearly gates of Heaven. I can feel her impatience. She wants me to massage her with my tongue. She wants me to press my face into her pussy and lose myself in her world. I could stay here forever.
One last look at her face is all I need. I need to know that she is ready enough for the both of us. No one is ready for Heaven but when one catches themself staring into the eye of God there is no choice but to accept the invitation and see where the tongue takes him.
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I am a horrible fucking poet and this is just an example of the shit I come up with. It's more of a story form I guess but who notices anyways?
Her breasts are tender and firm under my hands. Two pink suns barely laying above the white horizon of her breasts. The scent down here invites me closer.
The world outside is falling on ears made deaf by the two legs pressed against my head. I can hear my heart beat against my chest. It pumps up and down and the bed slightly tremors from it. I swear I can hear blood coursing through her body.
My gaze falls from her breasts which I am still cupping in my hands, clenching her nipples between my outstretched fingers, to her stomach. I can't wait to lay kisses up to her mouth on my way back. But first I have to kiss her succulently in other regions. I am going to dance around this warm space like a bee dances on a flower.
I bring my face down and realize that I am staring into the pearly gates of Heaven. I can feel her impatience. She wants me to massage her with my tongue. She wants me to press my face into her pussy and lose myself in her world. I could stay here forever.
One last look at her face is all I need. I need to know that she is ready enough for the both of us. No one is ready for Heaven but when one catches themself staring into the eye of God there is no choice but to accept the invitation and see where the tongue takes him.
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I am a horrible fucking poet and this is just an example of the shit I come up with. It's more of a story form I guess but who notices anyways?
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sicily:
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