(I KNOWING THEE AM NEVER ALONE)
THE SOUND OF WE SATIATED AND OF WE EVENTUALLY RELIEVED...
My thoughts in this time of exile, they keep returning to you.
I so far away but oh so close for my fevered mind cannot conceive a moment without you.
It pulling you naked and bare from that place where my hard arises.
That place where I so want to suckle at your breast.
Where I so want to dine at your V.
I bending to smell of your pheromones and tasting of your seas am transfixed by the fact that a female warrior exists who while soft can be so hard.
I having heard you cry know that it comes from the same frustration that haunts me.
In the dark I try to ease your pain by making you wet, by making you squirt.
A moment as I take you to the fantastic land of fantasy where orgasm exists as the healing.
Where our voices excited are the song pounding at the door and echoing down the hall.
We animalistic as we release our collective beasts.
We fluidly intermingling and spraying our juices onto each others skin.
Where I flow into you and dribble out and run down your taint, I dripping from between your ass cheeks as cum.
You coating me as sticky and sweet.
The most fragrant honey ever produce as I wipe it from the hairs on my belly with my fingers put them to my lips and taste.
You my dear become my salvation
My exile becomes my strength.
I bow in honor to thee.
JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY
