Comments Inbox
| |
Enduring Fantasy
Her words peal through my fatigued brain
They ricochet in epicycle like a torrential rain
My riddled brain cells jostle in appealing fantasy
As they transverse the trance music banging in ecstasy
Her words resonate classical moments, when,
We are in one of those escapades, as we often yen
We are in one of those romantic postures,
And I feel the prickly feeling of pleasures
Her words echo the dreamy moments, when
I feel her caressing hands on my body, then
In deep pleasure for her numerous wanks
My lower tube responds with poignant spanks
At the climax she feels the prickle pleasure
In knowing how obsessed she’s become, for sure,
That, I wield an utmost control over her
And have become her enduring catalyst as a lover.
For Black Eyed Susan contest, In a Hotel Room
|
|
|