Aim for my Ankh
Tongue-trace ink laced Ankh.. my black dainty scroll work,
rough lower-back nips .. mouth your name 'til it hurts..
Thumb-press circles to spine, appeasing sweet pain,
cover slim curves in craved heat as you lay.
Rest your heavy taunt 'tween cheek's tight display,
sheets rawing rose peaks 'neath beautiful weight..
Lipstains pin slender neck.. wicked sucks latching,
palm-spanning grip.. widens hips in raised fashion..
..prone..begging impalement.. all wiggles, wet squirm,
"fierce-pierce our moist need" ..I plead carnal harsh burn.
Granted teasing slide at my dirty word-haste..
you force inches sink ~everdeep in sin's grace.
Growling low count of "two.. three" .. fourth soaks my space..
My slick skin screams.. "I am yours for all taking,"
full stroke hot core .. solid thrusting to break me..
..bruise us soft purple, painting hip passion hues,
back tattoo greeting each out-slide and push through.
My roaming fingers heighten pleased punishment,
reach beneath ..swirling three ..in pink puddle's crest.
I match your sharp pace.. pressure narrows both holes,
tipped-tickles pulse on thick vein, bringing close-close.
Whisper loves in my ear.. fuck me promises..
Spill your swell 'cross my Ankh in searing rubbed mess,
draining eternity droplets, mixing our sweat.
Needled ever-before "tramp-stamp" had name,
now marks a fine target for dark play's end game..