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The Fourth Wall

her sex was always � � � � �
there like a voyeuristic siren lingering � � � � �
as a perpetual undercurrent � � � � �
riding carrier waves between casual conversations � � � � �
always tempting the movement of � � � � �
her tongue � � � � �
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he had specific plans for her � � � � �
he wanted her painted in a certain way � � � � �
to be receptive to this avalanche of unspoken literature � � � � �
burgeoning...in need of burrowing � � � � �
so..a little deeper he knew he would have to go � � � � �
for the right exposure � � � � �
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...extrasensory... � � � � �
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employing an exploration of sound � � � � �
as the prologue to all the touching and tasting � � � � �
serving as the protagonist for tonight's � � � � �
cinematic overview � � � � �
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through pitch and proximity � � � � �
he would turn the air around her into his ally � � � � �
make her feel his vibe sojourning � � � � �
up the back alley of her being like raspy vintage vinyl � � � � �
a neurotransmitter of eclectic notes � � � � �
strung together by a chain gang of words � � � � �
destined to be distilled from her tightness as beads of pleasure � � � � �
spinal tapping her lurid imagination while � � � � �
surround sounding jazz and jasmine scented candles � � � � �
played the backdrop to this voyage into � � � � �
erotic surrealism � � � � �
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his audio-phallus would keep on penetrating � � � � �
spreading his virus through � � � � �
her veins and arteries � � � � �
threading down the rabbit hole of her soul � � � � �
thickening the tapestry spinning between her thighs � � � � �
turning her into a fountain of ecstasy as � � � � �
verbiage continued to flow from his �
faucet of epiphanies � � � � �
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he spun her mind like a ballerina � � � � �
articulating his behind closed door politics � � � � �
puncturing cerebral hot spots...fingering acoustics � � � � �
like a cyclone swirling with humidity � � � � �
triangulating lustfulness � � � � �
from wildness of thought..to her pit of desires � � � � �
through her clit of expressionism � � � � �
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he would use her body throughout the night � � � � �
as his own personal Ouija board � � � � �
until she spelled out her hidden name for him...totally entranced � � �
offering up any orifice as an entrance for his intentions � � �
as indentured hips rose and fell in a hypnotic dance � � � � �
enthralled by the gall..the aggression
the impression � � � � �
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cumming in tune to his multi-orgasmic speech pattern � � � � �
mirroring...magnifying...amplifying his out-put of sheer energy � � � � �
through her outpouring of loyal reciprocation � � � � �
luxuriating in the liquid mess of she � � � � �
while contemplating what other duties he may � � � � �
have for her on his laundry list as � � � �
the devoted canvass for his illustrative mind