Becoming

What she may feel in moist reveal of the entrance to her body, eludes description, as muscular skin contracts and enfolds the member's frantic thrust, and draws him deeper and deeper within. Half closed eyes, she cries, chews on the pale knuckle, shaking, sheathed in electrical sweat, spasms at the seminal jet, surrender to needing, to love and to lust, and writhing in rapture too sweet to forget. Explosions of breath in hydraulic moaning, personal juice creaming bristle and sheet, stained seeping memorials, mingled, combust and spread an inferno of sexual heat. Later seen in the gleam of perfumed candles, cherry lips engulfing the latent penile head, probing tongue and sharp saliva salve the limpid question, and stimulate harder, much harder in the sacred bed. From pleasure received and pleasure bequeathed, the symbolic image yet fleshed and consummated seals the acts in swallow and intimate digestion and the taste of power thus capitulated. As of then, for now and forever she sees them gel as one, he who touched her womanhood, the mothering womb; she who ate his manhood with insatiable affection, for she is his and will remain until the crack of doom.