fuck iii

..blood-hardened intrusive scepter unabated cravings..
..to drive up into that soft and catering belly of the godless..
..which welcomes with whisper-longings..
..for the intrusion of that stamen pillar’s rigidity..
..to fill your warmed and sweating girl-chasm..
..to the further intensifying and ever more urgent thrusting inward..
..towards us..
..pumping to the zion-moment..
..in milked and hard-breathed spasms..
..on grasping shoulders gasp..
..with closed eyes..
..to slow in the aftermath..
..of fragile and radiant embraced and wordless brevity..
..there resting in the contemplative after-puddles we both pause in..
..without loosening the wrapped-up arms which we stay locked in..
..there shuddering and panting..