Feed the Beast... charm is the tune of a slippery tongue seducing surrender with silk tension binding sacrament with Romany bowlines reminds me three times to never entertain a seductress expressing mild curiosity for my cock the fourth knot secures need to unleash my stampede from the west spreading her thighs wide eyed exposing a gleam of hope that I’ll tear her apart like the [beast] she wants I slide her gown over her naked flesh, curves and bone are my undoing and her redemption. I’m like a charming slug meandering every nerve devouring pink dandelions blood stems and velvet rose lips pinched tight and bitten flesh as my hand crawls down her abdomen like a huntsman tracking her soul [deep] inside the temple I wipe her tears with sodden fingers where mourners weep I offer scent and taste of desire shoving it, she sucks it down her retching [throat] tracing carved breasts, crossing starved plane I feel her pelvis swing open as I reach her threshold but I stop short of drawing her, leave her, pull her thighs apart plunging face first into the breeze I breathe the ocean that yearns me to her shores begging me to dive into the undertow wave after wave, smothering her with my hands squeezing her between distal and middle, stroking gently intensifying touch until the pressure gauges roll into the back of her skull I’ve hungered so long to taste her, but I live to [feed] her thirst I torment the waters as I deliver my cruel curve across her lips into humming kiss, slapping swollen flesh offerings with an open palm pulling in the reins of her black mane, feeding her bite tight is the [hole] down the back of her throat and death is the breath that she sucks from my lungs
Posted on: Tue, 15 Oct 2013 22:25:21 +0000
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