Gazing upon perfection
Looking at the perfection I have
in front of me makes the blood
boil in my veins. My desire grows
and with it the throbing cavern
of flesh that has no bone but could
break your sweat fruit cage at every
Thrust of my back.
I look, and every inch of your clothed body
becomes transparent to my site: the hard cherry nipples made to delight the lips, the fine
ark of your lustful hips, leading to the roundness of your thighs, that are so visible in those blue jeans to make me shiver as they delineate every inch of your perfect love holes. The meaty, tender lips of your vagina, seem like a sweat plum to be devoured, and I imagine the strawberry sweetness of your clit. And your eyes that gaze into mine, pouring fire on fire in my veins, are a perfect match for your juicy red lips made for passion. And I can only imagine you sucking the life out of me with my warm semen that rages in my testicles to pour inside your mouth and onto your tongue, food to feed your Lust, as I am font to inebriate your femininity. You, made to please, as I am made to pleasure. I am lost in you and you in me, my unknown and unspoken lover.
Written by Juvenalis66
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