archipelago pleasure - written by Pishashee - remastered and read by Savaja

   
there is a consistency        
    of immortal atmosphere        
           that wraps around the room      
I want to make your cock wet;
                                again        
             like archipelago pleasure        
       
I like drawing it in with my lips of fire
                                         and aviance    
                              in circles,        
                 and licking it in arcs,  
          and thwarting it with my tongue;        
              stopping for a moment;  
then moving deliberately around it;  
                                  again        
       
there’s a shadow          
a dimness in the atmosphere        
of a shining moon that moves around        
surrounding the open luster with my
                                        whetted lips      
loving it with my mouth and senses;
                     and I like it        
       
tasting all the goodness        
as my sweetheart sinks it in my mouth;
                teasing        
drenching it in wetness  
of my discriminating palate; clicks        
       
        archipelago pleasure      
   
a palate click;
                      again        
and then rolling it off my tongue;    
                      again        
in which you love to watch me practice.        
       
the luscious licks;  
               loving and licking it good        
       
like an archipelago candy;  
              it tastes like fucking        
       
I like pulling your cock in my mouth;  
                      so sweetly.        
       
sucking it good again;  
                     consistent        
        
as the tongue of heat and fire is treadling the tip        
pacing up and down alternating;
                            my lips are pleasing        
and this swells it,
          as if its tasting something amazing        
         swanning in the slickness        
then thrashing and moving it quickly;
                     regularly        
the tongue surrounding a throng of throbbing        
      circling with arcs of pleasure;
             I like it more and more      
       
 and the thickness - its just so much        
          
  and I devour the cockhead in again        
suckling and cupping the seeping;
                                     my tongue  
 smearing it in the cheek with        
      and I know you like to see it
touching it gently to  
                glistening lips,  
 
 
shadows moving on the wall delightedly,        
     dancing while you’re sleeping        
with the sweetest taste of atmosphere.          
       
There is a consistency        
of immortal pleasure        
that wraps around the room        
there’s a look that says you knew        
I like sucking your cock;
           long and really good.
 
Written by Pishashee      
Remastered and Read by Savaja