(Start of a story) 2

erupting her body goes num ,
convulsing rapidly with greed
more .... more.... she cries
if this whore could take it
her pussy throwing  its guts up

still is the tone has shifted
silent she has gone unable
release a sound ,nor word
as her temple crashes.
beacon of passion and desire

eyes closed yet i still see the heat
flat to the bed, but round also
i want to crash this queen
her essence on fire as
i place the ice to her soul

eye flick as tears flow
joy she smiles to show
alive at last she rises
ready to partake in more