(DRIZZLE) EROTIC
THE SOUND...
Cum my dear, sprinkle pon me.
Dew drops dripping from your flower petals, so sweet pon mans tongue.
Cum my dear as the whipping wind screaming through the layers of mans atmosphere.
His pollen surging in the depths of his loins.
Cum my dear as man finds himself massaging your pistil where thy produceth the basis for life.
A sigh as thy beauty is absorbed and processed.
A shrill intake as the whole of the feeling takes breath away.
It held in lungs.
It forced out by the tremendous pressure.
Cum my empress let man bend you, mold you and contort you into the various shapes that make mens minds wander.
Makes his skin tight and veins rise in his phallic flesh.
He seeking to touch the base of thine heart.
Flutter the basics of thy nature.
Shoot his essence into the cellular structure of thy brain.
Warm liquid tasting of ambrosia.
Warm liquid flowing into the depths of thine womb.
Cum my dear...
Sprinkle pon me.
JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY
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