Daring to sojourn
in the depths of an illustrious seductress.
'Neath twilitten skies, clovers were bound to die.
Her Aphrodite eyes insisted I bring my fire.
Upon her knees, her confessions of naughtiness, infused me.
I am an ink-swallowing shadow gazer, born cursed, and always craving.
She is the revealer of desires. Her bawdy lines thrill, and tempt our minds.
Slowly she spreads herself, mounting his sapience. Smiling! Fucking on torn pages!
Always riding his jussive tongue, needing more, begging to feel an encouraging burn.
She likes watching me remove my belt. Her wet cunt knows the pleasure it entails.
I lash her repeatedly to instill my sickness. Her holes are receptacles for poetic jizz.
She feeds my abusive heart, she is my whore to beat and scourge.
To empower, I choke, brand, and lift her with an intimate flame.
Yet, she chooses not to extiguish it. --- The perfect literary envisioning.
© 2015 blue angel
--- A little something for Crimsin.[/font]
Note: Inspired written fiction