Friday, July 14, 2017

Anticipation III

There's no right or wrong way to submit
The crown tipped to its royal fall
Chocolate carvel crumbles 
Elegantly tumbling into the scavenger 
Let her taste the chocolate before she eats the rainbow
Every storm brings its beauty
Electrocuting the life back into her
Taking my time with every bruise 
Violently crashing against the waterfalls rock
It stood and laughed in the face of Niagara
Swollen little jewel
The creamery was open to its visitors
Countertop meal surfing... midnight snacking
Spoon feeding the gluttony behind the mask of dominance
No designated roles
Tossing it to near death in every choke
I'll chuckle to every moan
Humming to the stroke of authoritative tongues
Swallowing... reprimanding the demise in the sheets
Killing the anticipation
Vividly making our shadows orgasm
Insatiably bold with a posture of steel
Bending flexibilities limits
Frivolously demanding the weakness against my control
Everything curls when I love the lust
Bodily sweats provocative during intermission
The bass between your lips drip their trail
Mouse trapping me to collect all my profits
There  is no right or wrong way to submit
I’m the thief of the night happily engaged as the culprit 

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