Cum Unaccomplished

A Prison-jizm riot
lights a gas tank overflowing
blood morphs to a patient steel hammer 
A potent body drips surrender and is slowly conquered
Wet high fidelity imaginings
ejaculate torrents onto the lost inferno
Praying Flesh breached by a inimitable rigidity
Alone liberation orgasms forgiveness

Saturday's Kiss

A rare fuelled emotion

Coupled completely, hungrily in salivated flesh

Time dissolves from the moments

She opens into a convulsed sincerity of lust

Moist petals part in his fingertips

Head across the wet horizon, wildly

Language’s organ touches esophagi releasing

Through the eyes

Ecstacy swims against a tide of hidden desires

Satisfaction awaits at the limits of our future body

Beautiful reincarnation

"Singin' Whoa Now, Re-tali-ation...."

I want to endlessly glans-rub both sets of your perfect wet lips beneath me.
Feel where the good spit comes from. 
Use all my strength thrusting fingers deep upon your inner textures till your ecstacy is reached. 
Bathe in your fully swollen juices. 
Salivate and invert you. 
And then from behind, 
your torso fully pressed to the mattress, 
your ass rolled up and relaxed open, legs spaced optimally as ordered. 
Watch you bounce from your favourite part to the hilt like a good girl should. 
Until your lips, forehead and tongue drip what wasn't yet licked clean
or released from beyond your yoga tonsils of my long viscous whiteness. 
Sweet tides, pools of love.

A Tuesday Poem

She sees his intent eyes, icy soft, inches from hers, bottom lips  
grazing, his elbows squeeze her shoulders, velvet arms
her pussy pulses roundly, slowly, liquid hot. on her back, his full  
weight spread over her, balanced between her open thighs
buried, he twists and jams, her ass & clit rock to meet him
drooldrop tumbles off one puffed lip onto another, into her mouth -  
her head pushes back into the mattress, allowing a miniscule arch, and  
another centimeter he sinks into her -- a reflex pussyhug -- rolling  
into orgasmic spurts

This blog

I forgot it existed. Shame on me.

To date a coworker or not that is the question

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I'm in love with a Starbucks girl.