{THE CONVERSATION} FEATURING AUTHOR
THE SOUND...
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Jerald
Talk to me of your taste... Speak it to me. Sweet words departing your juicy lips and falling pon my parched ears. Talk to me of the things you would like to do... The things you would like done. Place my hand in your secret places. Let me touch... Oh my! Such thickness in the palm of my hand... Breath sucked cross my teeth. Teach me so that I may please you. Talk to me baby... Talk to me.
Author
Are you worthy of the words that you are about to hear
Promise to caress your eardrums with honey like proses
Buzzing deeply into your ears
Are you willing to please me with all of you
Putting your hands in places that would make a brute smile
Taking my time to whisper to your subconscious
Taking my time to speak to your soul
Ready to Make you mine
Jerald
I so graciously accepting would become the hardness and the softness. Minister to your needs mentally and carnally... The bard and the beast would I be. A soft caress on your nipples, the pounding in your womb... The eruptions as you cum again and again. I would be yours as you are mine. Been wanting you so long.
Author
So long so long
I long to feel your flesh intercepting with mine
Hips rotating
As your electricity absorbs the length of my spine
You in me
Taking me to a place I've never seen
Reflecting on the many moments that I longed for thee
Hands around your hips
As you take full sips of my substance
The thing that makes me be
Shattering my neurons
From muscles to my organs
About to erupt like molten Lava
As you play your sweet notes
As I bend
Jerald
I descend on you... you spread so deliciously. I feel this need in the very particles of my making... I would share this need with you. So hard and I enter... A moan, from me or you I can't tell. You complimenting me as a sword in its sheath... I in your walls... I in the base of your lungs. My synapses... Oh my psyche.
Author
My moan or yours that's the question
You in my walls makes my body tingle
Succumbing to your addictive poundings
Shifting my bones contorting my spine
Me riding high tide
This is what my body craved
The jerking
The moanings
The heated confections of our fiery conversations
Heart palpitations getting the best of me
I needed this
I longer for this
Make my body feel your slams intensely
Jerald
I hear you and push your legs back as far as they can go... Feet pressed to the bed
Mons Veneris jutting out... Such a pretty sight... I hear your calls as you beg me to beat it...
I oblige.
Your sound and my sound the symphony... Our slapping flesh the tribal drums.
Wetly you cum to me... Wetly I cum to you...
A taste, I put it back in.
You will feel this when you sit at your desk tomorrow... when you walk among the masses.
A smile as you recollect.
I myself am so glad that we had this talk.
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