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Axis cream sonnet/Jocelyn's theme
Feel my breath as it burns with iniquity,
Intimately closer, the smell of your womanhood so intoxicating,
Surely the heat from my face must make you squirm with anticipation
Feeling my all consuming inner need to see the beauty
Of the sensual struggle in your face as I glide
The slopes of your moist valley with lips as thirsty
As the sun,
Seeking pleasantly to make you undone,
Tongue massaging your clitoris until you moan
In spasms releasing oceans of much desperately desired come.
No rest enters my mind until you free me with delicious moans
As juicy waves of ecstasy renders you spent, floating in your
Bliss, legs spread back gently, with me looking up at you
From below, effortless swallowing the flow and only wanting more,
Desperately needing more
Of your screams,
Pull my hair and make tangible my fantasies,
Rub your inhibitions into through the door in my face with
Complete abandon and certainty that I am your canvas
Spill onto me curses in words
That might be foreign to your lips,
Suffocate me,
Please
O how you buck with my head between your knees,
Gloss my lips with vivacious orgasms without pleasant reprieve.
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Feel my breath as it burns with iniquity,
Intimately closer, the smell of your womanhood so intoxicating,
Surely the heat from my face must make you squirm with anticipation
Feeling my all consuming inner need to see the beauty
Of the sensual struggle in your face as I glide
The slopes of your moist valley with lips as thirsty
As the sun,
Seeking pleasantly to make you undone,
Tongue massaging your clitoris until you moan
In spasms releasing oceans of much desperately desired come.
No rest enters my mind until you free me with delicious moans
As juicy waves of ecstasy renders you spent, floating in your
Bliss, legs spread back gently, with me looking up at you
From below, effortless swallowing the flow and only wanting more,
Desperately needing more
Of your screams,
Pull my hair and make tangible my fantasies,
Rub your inhibitions into through the door in my face with
Complete abandon and certainty that I am your canvas
Spill onto me curses in words
That might be foreign to your lips,
Suffocate me,
Please
O how you buck with my head between your knees,
Gloss my lips with vivacious orgasms without pleasant reprieve.
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Published 12th May 2014
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