Fan mail – 27.2.13

I jus wrote this “Role play”:

I’m the fugitive. You are the cop. You don’t have to chase me, I’m turning myself into you. I love being a bad girl, so I want you to lock me up and give me the punishment I want. Sexual punishment. Tie me up! Handcuff me. Better yet, use a rope, no! Use my panties instead. I like it better that way. Mmmm. Can’t wait for you to start beating me with your baton. Laying all sorts of charges on me. Continue reading

Roses and violets

Roses are red
They are the spectrum of light that reflects my passion
Delicately beautiful they are soft against my lips
Sweet with the smell of nature’s scent
It’s a manifestation of longing
Symbol of lust Continue reading

The oral gospel

I want to spread the oral gospel
Give my tongue a baptism in your holy waters
Part your legs like the red sea
make my tongue enter your promised land
Use my tongue and write the songs of Solomon on your clit
Whisper the 23 psalm to it
Eat you like I’ve fasted for 40 days and 40 nights
Make you call out for the father, the son and holy ghost
Cum like you catch the spirit
Hallelujah!!!
Can I get an amen?!

Frequency

Your moans are frequency pressures of wetness spasms
Compressed atmospheric buried inside you pleasures
Tingles of disturbance that travels through spacetime
The sonic linguistics of gspot shudders
Decibels of stomach muscles acoustics
Clitoral hertz of throbbing reverberation
That is pushed out from the speaker box of your belly
Vibrates in your throat
Become amplified on your mouth
And explodes in Dolby surround sound of your orgasm

Class ‘A’ substance

Your kisses are speed
I see colours
A Kaleidoscope of pleasure
The spectrum of hues and tones swirl around on my tongue
Pupils dilate
The vision of you flood into my eyes

I sip on the martini of your breasts
Suck on the black olives of your nipples
My tongue is shaken and stirred
Your breasts are a refined beverage of flesh my mouth drinks in

Your body
It is narcotics
Illegally smuggled Class ‘A’ substance
Pure cut & undiluted
It’s that good ‘ish

I lick the rizla of your pussy lips
Light up with a wet spark lick of your clit
Let the aroma of your sex float into the air
Take a long pull on your clit
Puff, puff give
You head
You give me the munchies
Nibble on the sweet snack of your pussy

Your tightness causes me to become an alcoholic drunk
Under the influence of your over proof grip
Intoxicated on the cocktail of your wetness
I love the campaign of your orgasm
When I shake up the bottle of your gspot and let it spray on me

My ears do lines of your cocaine moans
Snort in the audio powder of your vocals
Inhale the residue of your acoustic expression
It’s got me buzzing wild

I’ve tried to go to rehab
Attended your pumpum anonymous classes
Gone cold turkey
Started to jerk and twitch at flashbacks of your tightness
It don’t work baby
Acted like some crack hoe bitch
My name is Mr E and I’m an addict
There! I admit it
I will always be your pussy fiend
Can I have a hit of your Class A drug sex?

Sudden

It is
Bitter-sweet
Blissful-anguish
Liberating-emancipation
Soothing-frustration
Violently-peaceful
Blasphemy-salvation
When you squeeze me with your wetness
And make me cum sudden

Hotel reservations

Exhilaration prickles up the back our necks
Childish excitement
Adult anticipation
We sign-in under an alias
Yet within our room we are our true selves Continue reading