Saturday, October 21, 2017

Devouring “Soul”

Did they tell you I love eating pussy
I have a different type of energy
Magnetic fornication with my queen until she rebelliously crumbles for me
My biggest flaw was fucking up with my expectations 

It’s two am and the dogs are barking
It’s two am and she’s howling 
The moon was at its largest

The riddles I illustrated took the atmosphere from its prisms 
Her lips hid the jewel awaiting my attacking
I’m a pussy connoisseur 
She had never been choked into the energy of my Leo 
She never had her pussy stroked by the tongue of a professional 
She never had the ability to release in multiplicity 
I never had a rainbow of cream drown me so hastily
I laughed at the night and dug into her drowning

Baby I love eating pussy

Her athleticism was vacant until her stamina straddled cross country laps on my face  
No ice could melt the tension pent in between the freezer of her walls and the disconnect from her heart 
But we weren’t here to love 

I hurdled over her defense and executed the offense of securing the play 
I rode every wave drenched in my surf 
My rain fell dampening the scene
Underwriting the introduction of how I love to receive
Consuming the finest cuisine aroused every follicle in my body characterizing my wetness as the starring act of our scene

Deplores void of abuse our party favors ordained the reception drunk off of the lust getting lost in the emotion of culmination
The sky in her eyes was serene 
Compensating super woman with dual cinema play 
Her body: no stranger to my aggression charming my submission

I call her “Soul” allowing me to be her selected thief 
Apprehending her whole with greed 
Her mind never ignored by a sapiosexual like me
A savage knows never to quit before she screams

Baby I love eating pussy
The clemency stole the stars shine
You’ll release every time before I get mine. 

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