She wanted answers,
Only thoughts came to mind.
We strolled by the tombs
Waiting while the dead surrounded us,
Silence whispered on the breeze.
Scratched onto the stone: ”In the Lord’s Arms.”
Her body pressed hard against me
My cock arched against her…
In my arms, she curled her hips,
Sheathing my cock within her.
She whispered softly with the wind…
“Into the Lord’s Arms…”
As the dust settled softly…
