My mind is intoxicated by the scent of beauty
My soul overwhelms all my sensations – I lose control
My body levitates to the sensual touching
The scent induces, the taste is surreal
I want to explore every corner every angle
As I watch the quivering of this beautiful angel
I succumb to my callings as my instinct turns wild
It’s the essence of living
Milk white, silk like skin, smooth like a newborn
Jet black hair, darker eyes the depth of the Bermuda triangle
Facial features reflecting the greatness of the heavens
My fingers run slowly, softly all over her body
A touch like a feather increases the pace of her breathing
Body parts contract producing milk
In preparation of the moment
Of penetration
I bite the neck, gently pull the hair and run my tongue
Along the crevices
Nipples harden as I circle around and rub them
With my tongue
Time stops as I centre around the circle of our primary source
It is than when I run down along the vertical lips
The effect is paradise as I focus right in the middle
The tongue brushes softly, the shaking starts the rhythm
Traces of the first trinklets of sweat, pulse resonates
My loins gather energy, my sword pulsates
