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Mine
He wants to make love, and he’s oblivious to the love we make as the day breaks on the other side of our slightly tilted louvred windows as we listen intently to the oceanic waves that rush into the shore with such violence, whilst his morning wood arouses my flow.
And when he says
“mine…”
he really means
to convey
that my silky
glistening
tight wet
holiness
belongs to him
for him to nourish
whilst
he focusses on
violating & pleasuring
me
beyond expectation
until I’m gasping
for breath
awaiting
the impending
little deaths
he triggers
whilst harnessing
the power that
possesses
my heart & soul
as he drives me
further into depth
of his
wilderness
with the
length & width
of his
pulsating
devotions
to navigate
the sensitivities
that emerge
when he’s balls
deep
and we’re
connected deeply
as his breath
becomes
mine
whilst he leaves
me
breathless
as my aesthete
being
responds
to his
tantalising
ways
as he whispers
utter filth
about the way
my shaven
cherry pink
bare cunt
is splayed
and
sometimes
gaping
for him
which
triggers a
streaming
gushing flow
and
an avalanche
of
thoughts & feelings
keeps us anchored
as I crumble
beneath the weight
of his frame
as he knows
how to
push the boundaries
when I instruct
him
to fuck me
harder & deeper
until it hurts so good
and when he’s done
we make love
his way
gently with a hard
grind that leaves me
quivering.
Because it’s all the same when he kills me softly and he watches the sweet violence that emerges in the little deaths he elicits, and I scribe my name upon the head of his throbbing hard godliness with my tongue until he grips me by the hair, and quenches my thirst as he unleashes his godly nectar, and I swallow every last drop of his seed before he kisses me with the kind of intent that tells me all I need to know.
And when he says
“mine…”
he really means
to convey
that my silky
glistening
tight wet
holiness
belongs to him
for him to nourish
whilst
he focusses on
violating & pleasuring
me
beyond expectation
until I’m gasping
for breath
awaiting
the impending
little deaths
he triggers
whilst harnessing
the power that
possesses
my heart & soul
as he drives me
further into depth
of his
wilderness
with the
length & width
of his
pulsating
devotions
to navigate
the sensitivities
that emerge
when he’s balls
deep
and we’re
connected deeply
as his breath
becomes
mine
whilst he leaves
me
breathless
as my aesthete
being
responds
to his
tantalising
ways
as he whispers
utter filth
about the way
my shaven
cherry pink
bare cunt
is splayed
and
sometimes
gaping
for him
which
triggers a
streaming
gushing flow
and
an avalanche
of
thoughts & feelings
keeps us anchored
as I crumble
beneath the weight
of his frame
as he knows
how to
push the boundaries
when I instruct
him
to fuck me
harder & deeper
until it hurts so good
and when he’s done
we make love
his way
gently with a hard
grind that leaves me
quivering.
Because it’s all the same when he kills me softly and he watches the sweet violence that emerges in the little deaths he elicits, and I scribe my name upon the head of his throbbing hard godliness with my tongue until he grips me by the hair, and quenches my thirst as he unleashes his godly nectar, and I swallow every last drop of his seed before he kisses me with the kind of intent that tells me all I need to know.
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