Lovely, aching, moving,
now graceful flesh sliding, trembling moist sips on hot buzzed gentle gasps. Tongued sliding want, your end at my taste holding close, so very close as temptation takes just one more liberty with your need, finding moist promise filled. What ends met in this, our passions, to be heard and known, opened universe pouring infinite starlight through shared be-stilled hearts? Grace in our flesh arises with healing touch, our want for something more – chaste and caught again and again taut purity falls in sliding soft diamond glittered obeisant waterfalls. Neither banged nor whimpered our fierce love dies in reaper’s small death, taking our hearts joy as very spark of existence. Be known – and wonder, as fearful quivering masses watch the carnal who laugh and cry, the last of the free humanity.
