His Kiss

He loves to lather  
his throbbing    
hard    
pulsating    
borderline criminality    
with ice cream    
as he watches me    
lick & suck    
him    
like a lollipop    
until    
he’s  
dizzy & drowsily    
intoxicated    
whilst pushing    
past    
my confined    
spaces    
until he  
makes    
me    
gag & swallow    
the head    
that now  
seals & determines    
my  
fate    
as he sails  
my seas  
at the  
very least  
for the next  
45 mins    
or so    
as we    
cycle up & down    
his slip  
sliding  
and    
the contrasting    
of    
ice cream  
and    
the warmth    
of  
my cherry cola    
flavoured    
lips    
makes him  
grip    
me    
tighter    
by the hair    
as he  
attempts    
to climb    
inside    
my famished    
little whorish    
mouth    
whilst my  
tongue    
pirouettes  
and    
withdraws him    
entirely    
so he can  
watch me    
trace    
figure eights    
upon his rock    
hard    
godliness  
as he slips    
his fingers    
knuckle-deep  
in search    
of my G spot  
until he makes  
me    
scream  
his name  
whilst    
drilling me    
hard & deep    
sideways    
as he rubs    
my  
swollen bud    
frantically    
until  
I’m gushing  
and  
we both reach    
that nexus    
of    
orgasmic bliss    
whilst  
he watches    
the gape    
he leaves    
across    
my glistening    
tight & wet    
whole    
being  
until    
he wants  
me    
hips
slightly tilted  
on
my knees
face down
splayed
peachy & juicy
from  
dawn to dusk  
to make him    
harder    
so  
we go    
again    
whilst navigating    
his wet    
dreams  
just    
so I can  
taste    
his salty
oceanic love    
and    
feel his    
pulsating desire    
to  
fuck me    
in ways    
we’ve still  
yet  
to discover    
as I watch    
the way    
he  
penetrates    
my whole    
being    
as he recalibrates    
and    
triggers a blatant
furore   
upon my lips    
with his
sword
as his  
clandestine  
kiss  
crucifies
me  
over & over  
again.