Can I tell you a story?

Can I use my tongue and tell you a story?
Introduce the character of soft sucks
Create a setting of long, slow tongue swirls
Cause a conflict between your spasms and shudders
Build a plot of varied paced tongue rotations around your nib
Establish a theme of unhurried, focused pleasures
Can I use my tongue and tell you a story?

sounds like pt1

I love how she moans
It vibrates
Deep
Subterranean
Sounds like soil
Dirty
Gritty
Earthy
Grown from the topography of her pleasure

Her moans sound like meditation
Hums
Originating from deep breathing
Focused deliberation
Centred frequency
Generated from an alignment of her chakras
An attainment of raging calm contemplation

Her moans sound like thunder
A rain storm
Precipitation of released wetness based tension
It’s dark
Foreboding
An ominous threat of mother earth rage
Clouds of lust full with freedom

Her moans sound like poetry
Elegant incomprehensible verbs
Fluent with passionate vexation
Articulate delicate surrender
Its moving
Filled with emotion
Thought
It sounds like
truth
Raw & honest

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#RandomLines: Coal

#RandomLines
Our love, our sex is a piece of coal.
Often seen as harsh, devoid of beauty. When heated, when burnt, it causes pollution, clouds that cause society to choke. It is debated upon, discussed with vile detest. seen as no longer valid in this modern world.

I see it as coal too…
It is a symbol of blackness. It’s buried deep. It’s of this earth. Comes from its core. It is aged. Was here before man – will exist after mankind. It is nature’s fuel. Organic. A rock that is solid. Pure. A substance so unique when pressed down, when placed under the pressure of the world it transforms and becomes a diamond. becomes precious, priceless, sort after by all.

Our love
Our sex is a piece of coal …

moonlight

I kiss you
delicate
As gentle as moonlight kissing the ocean
Dance across the ocean waves of your skin
Float on the surface of you
Silver lining in the black velvet sky of your unfulfilled want
Kiss you until your tide rises
Ebbs
Flows
Creates undercurrents of want Continue reading