feeling incredible senses
everything else leaves their minds
for that short momemt in time
all you feel is this incredible pleasure
all you want is for this feeling to remain
and it is so hard to contain
so you moan and scream
nothing in the world feels as good
it seems like a dream
as it gets harder and faster
you get to feeling like you are in completely ecstasy
you begin to hear a beat, a melody
you may slow it down and change positions
but all of it is so delicious
bodies become sweaty and moist all over
and dirty wetness is so wonderful
the intensity becomes stronger
it won't last much longer
so you climax
take a deep breath, go outside
smoke a stoge and relax
The friendly crows follow me everywhere...
Croaks above my head announce that Autumn has finally come.
A Raven is their boss.
We met 300 years ago.
All different shades of...
Ocher leaves fall from your eyes onto my skin....
Hazelnuts and acorns roll across the terrain of your inner thighs...
Calm Curvy Hills and gorges meander down softly into the steep valley of your soul, baby...
Summers' echoes of pleasure: just a prelude to this Togetherness has just begun.
You bite my finger on your lips
Skip the words
Listen to the ravens and crows flapping through the oak forest.....looking for the fruits they've waited through unbearable heat...
Can't you feel my heart racing at the center of your heart again?
The smell of the leaves...
The wind through all trees...
And their bark
It's not only them who get unclothed...
Stripped might be overzealous writing, says the Raven....
***" It's AUTUMN, man I GET IT, you're getting ove
Like giving you pleasure and watching you drowning in lack of memory.
So I find myself sick knowing you have to go,
Feels like forever before I can even hear your voice again.
I think I'm scared of losing you,
Or simply not seeing you every day.
Not being able to hold you at night,
Not hearing your voice all the time.
I don't think I have ever anticipated a moment so long,
For a time without your wonderful love in my life.
I don't think I can keep myself from craving you either,
Just like the predictable moments before we kiss again tonight.
a week has passed, and perfection closed -
who has seen the crazy life inside?
The Man recants, his life deformed, perhaps,
should shelter become intensified
and an easier existence found for tortured Art.
When War came, and open flowed expense,
can curling pleasure hurt the Earth
now that pain is documented?
In Heart's true strength the burden passed
into quiet ceasing moments; years;
fragrant pastures blaze in golden light.
She is softness, your Renaissance, old man;
ninety famous stretches, fulsome workaholic -
pretty Jacqueline, clothed at last; your love.
"Hey Becky, are you sure this is safe?"
*nom nom sluuurrp*
"I don't know but it does feel a bit uncomfortable."
"Where did you get the idea of swallowing me alive anyway?"
"Maybe it's for the best if you let me..."
That last sentence, like the ones before it, fell on deaf ears. Henry had no chance of talking Becky out of this, resulting in him sliding down into her stomach. Everything was dark and moist, slightly churning and groaning. It was cramp and extremely warm too. There was barely any room to move around in there. He pressed against the walls for a brief moment, just to try it. It made a squishy sound and caused bulges to appear on his devourer's belly.
He had no idea why he had agreed to it. At first it sounded like a cool idea, but in the heat of the moment it felt wrong. It wasn't the best choice he had made, that's for sure. Becky, while shocked that it actually worked, felt happy and really full. All her life she ha