The Complexities of Simple

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I light the fire
In you, a transformation
Water turns to steam
Love becomes carnal lust
A simple look with complex intentions
The whistle trills.

I see you come
Your body draped in sex
All of my senses turned on
You have what I want
A primal desire that can’t,
Won’t be quenched.

I am mad with passion
Driven by the taste of your lips
The taste of your tongue.
I peel your panties down
My own nectar dripping uncontrollably
A Pavlovian riposte to your invitation.

My tongue drags through your moisture
Fingers dancing under me
Intoxicated by your musk
Parting the petals and pushing in
My tongue, your pussy
My fingers, my pussy.

Steadying the rhythm
Together our bodies as one
Building the climax higher
Wrists tugging at the restraints
Faster, deeper, wilder, harder
Consciousness fades…

My lips covered with the prize
I so desired
My fingers covered with the prize
You elicited
I offer you a simple smile
With complex intentions.

Published 7 years ago

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