Reusable Goods

She is my Molly, and I; I am her Sam.    
 
As the Righteous Brother’s “Enchanted Melody” played over the speakers, we had an intense erotic moment.  
A moment in which she took full advantage as she held me like unformed clay twirling playfully in her soft delicate hands.     
 
And as she placed me in her mouth, the wetness of her saliva became like a bounding agent. One in which she expertly laid the foundation and planted seeds within.       
 
She worked her magic using her thumb and fingers like a caliper. Geometrically sculpting, forming the hardened shaft as my lower torso serve as the armature. Holding the heavy weight of the continuously bulging, thick and lengthy upright structure.         
 
Next she meticulously formed the overlapping umbrella with carefulness as it took form resembling that of a giant portobello mushroom.         
 
After the head took form she used the pointy tip of her tongue and indented a small hole on the very top. The role resembled the head joint of a flute. She smiled with glee at how perfectly her mouth fitted on my head joint.     
 
She stared at me with wonderful surprising amazement, tears of joy shed. She inhaled deeply and blew the breath of life into the erected hardened monument which she had masterfully crafted.         
 
One in which she could thoroughly enjoy until it becomes worn out. Rendering itself unformed once again, only to be tucked away and reused like reusable goods.