trickle~with the inspirational Hambone42

 
sapphire midnight with crimson lips
looks dangerous to touch
but you think you must
 
swollen need calls to you
trickle runny like liquid honey
and plainly driving you insane, my taste
 
on the airs catch my scent
you think god damn I need it
mouth open and eager, hot like a fever,
sweet nectar on your lips
 
desirous a lesson from your Sadist's whip
tension is high yet still you deny,
causing me such sweet pain
 
bristling with intention and no need
to mention, your aiming for my hips
hardened greed forged of steel makes me squeal
 
on my knees eager to please
the view from behind is great
a tender mound on display
 
at long last and not moving too fast
you stroke my sticky peach
moaning seduction a masochistic want comes alive
 
how easily I part right from the start
as you leisurely penetrate
a moment of doubt and with a glare from your eyes
I know I'm in too deep to stop now
you fuck my soul it was always the goal somehow
 
in all the way and ready to play
you  pause briefly to enjoy the breach
I am invaded by your indecent need
it takes it's time savoring the victory over me
then devastates  
 
slowly at first not wanting to burst,
we start this passion ride
I ride the waves of pleasure
given by you sadist blade
 
soft silken skin starts to glisten
as I keep a steady pace
I want to turn back but I'm slick with dew
so I push hard against your hate
 
it’s like a dream to hear you scream
as I go deeper and deeper inside
pulsing no don't, you're into the hilt
I throb on your member
a night to remember
 
you stand up fast arriving at last
to deposit your load on my face