Been a minute since I dabbled in erotica...but check it.....










She...

Lives...

To...

Descend...

To...

Me...

...In Winter morning's voice to lilt whimsical silhouette befuddled but beckoning for this beauty's warmth all over me, melting her waist on my face as I hum lullabies twixt parted thighs to bring Summer to her knees, and juices to Fall, flooding what's been begging for culmination for deca-seasons in seams, of course she gets wet in my dreams, preluding reality of my rocking tongue bathing in her streams, it seems the schemes to cream a deemed goddess inevitably slides into sinful forays with her lips rolling like waves down my tip to crown me king of her domain mixing pain and pleasure with days of measure, I've been made to treasure her in this now and maybe forever as....

I...

Die...

To...

Ascend...

To...

Her...

Peace
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