Phantas-Ma-Goria

<~Nightfall~> awakes, striding seamlessly towards the trajectory of daybreak. Abed, passionately attended by orectic thoughts; of whom early on was created from man’s thoracic cage. ~Envisages;~ Without the least trace of compunction; exfoliating the Saccharine damped canal with the tongue. Combined oils and aroma lingers on the lips. Though the stiffened, unbridled, solid thick muscle would supersede the tongue as the warm tightened canal adjusts to its width inextricably. ~Pausing~ Waterfalls pouring profusely Eyes trudge backwards to that of yesterday Fingers ascendant to the nearest limb. Digits of the foot holding forth discourse with the sun. ~Orgasms~ Simultaneously In due course. Garnished bed linens Accompanied by Whitish fluid ~P-H-A-N-T-A-S-M-A-G-O-R-I-A~ "1st Pace Winner" Contest Name: Best Descriptive Poem Pace, G INK-U-SCRIPT