Minutes pass as desires release.
Voices speak, echoing simplistic rhythms of whispers.
Birthing visions of what it could be.
You and me, Her and He.
The four of us or maybe just three.
Tasting flavors I can't pronounce.
Wanting to sip to guzzling an ounce.
Shit, I'd love to smoke you from a quarter to a dime.
But I'd rather fuck you tonight then to make love.
I wanna feel you melt, like ice upon your thighs.
Your taste I savor...
From the floor to the bed, making rhythms on the wall, keeping beat with your head.
I thrust so deep, tearing down your walls.
As you bounce to a slow ride, into a hot flow of love.
Intermediate or a pro....You twerk it like a star in my freak show.
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