EROTICA

For Prodyot,
who is a gift from God to my soul
A special soul, I must be;
Earning this quintessence of physical satisfaction.
Mapping new untrod neural pathways in the brain
through which purple flashing signals run
above and beyond the ordinary.

Over of all my sensory organs
my skin’s comprehension is amplified and expanded the most.
My pupils are contracted in the presence of your light, like the waning moon that approaches rebirth.
You monopolize my nostrils, stimulating a mesmerizing, saturated intake,
lavishing your smell on their perception and the blurry environment.
Having your tongue in my mouth…is heaven to my taste buds.
Their friction causes blasts of swirling micro-galaxies, creating a tide of warm saliva.
My ears, sensitively open, are listening to your body language whispers,
while their eardrums vibrate synchronized with the same frequency of vibrations per second as your thoughts.

The arrival of your buttery
sugary lips
on my tights
bring the suspense to an end
surrendering my control to the eternal now
by absolute true mindfulness.
Your periscopic vision scans my clit, as your chin is immersed in my cum
before it brings the taste of my ever higher hormonal excitement to me,
recording the chronicles of our orgasmic shuddering.
Oh, I’m so thirsty for your cock right now. Beautiful, mouth-watering, proudly stiff with his aristocratic appearance…Mmm
My crack is gulping the plethoric totality of his, offering me your thurst as the ultimate tantric trophy.
The sounds of the speckling creamy overflow cover my moaning, but you continue fucking her furiously again and again and again, pudding me with even more of your abundant dense saucy white juices.
Lost in the magic of our puzzled oneness
as the breath calms down
no traces of separateness exist anymore.
Moi tumak bhal pau.