THE DEEPNESS WITHIN THE SOUL

It doesn't matter whether it's day or night whether or not the sunshine, or the full moon peeks through the stairways and gateways of the galaxy reaching far and wide. For its been awhile since I laid my eyes upon your sweet sugar walls, as I imagine my face buried deep between your thighs working my wicket tongue, back and forth against the canvas walls of your wet oasis. For even as I lay here buried head first only to come up for a little air to breath, just to dive back into the wetness again as though I was swimming, in the deepest river trying to reach the bottom of the blue seas. Yet as I stare up to come up for air I look into your eyes and see, the biggest smile on your face and feel your body shaking beneath my grip, with anticipation of what is yet to come as the sweetness of your sugar walls, run down my face behind a smile on my face cause that was the sweetest and  wettest slap across my face.