Sex and Pizza

May she be Fallen
or his Crimson Lover?
for all lost feedings after this surf web of distinctive pleasure
                                    will never be forgotten

The back of her is no longer terrified and looking for a way under
, no longer prying away and she drips
                               , because his two fingers shape clouds inside her.

The beast has come , rampaging the reality grid to sediment, without a sword, but it roars through her, and she moans in pleasure at the no boundary encryption
on its temple

The warrior's lips revels on her spine,
                and the earth's axis is jealous now.
                  Wails and quarrels, how amazing this dance is,
she thinks he will never stop,
never, let go from his demons inside her, and she demands him to
NEVER stop until,
       they have escaped his walls,
  She grips the Helios and Bendis until he has drowned the demons from his sac

, then the tempest puts her arms in front of her face in surrender

Fallen has lifted up and is back on her Crimson Warrior's sheep bedspreads,
       covered head to toe, in his glistening sweat.


She looks over and another box of pleasure awaits her on the side of his door.