(DELIRIOUSLY)
THE SOUND...
Ah to push up on thee and treat thy flower roughly... Gently.
Sweetly manipulating thy stem till you shudder in the breeze.
Ah to throw you down and watch as you panties peak from beneath your sundress.
As your mound calls my name.
"Beast cum hither"
Such a Succulently succinct roar at the base of my brain.
In my pleasure center a dazzling rain.
Your legs pushed back... Dementia...
Where was I ?
Ah yes talking of how I want to pleasure your inner and outer sides.
Suck at your breast and lick the backs of your knees...
Rub the walls of your womb with my swollen head... Ahhhh the remarkablity... Language in the heat of passion unbound.
Throw you on your knees and mount you so forcefully that you are driven trembling to the floor...
A little hump in your back as you push it back.
I driving need fucking you as you driving need fuck me.
If I was polite I would call it making love but politeness escapes me in the mode beast.
I biting, scratching, pulling and pushing.
Holding you tight... Rubbing you lightly.
Surrender thyself to me... Let me take it...
Those pretty flower petals call to me.
JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY
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