Theory Of Relativity - Poem by Sylvia Perry
I come a hot sticky molasses, as your girth slides in and out of the moistness of my uterine walls filling me SO TIGHT, I let desire devour me, healing me SO RIGHT and willingly take flight. Pleasure from touch encoded in the flutter of labial wing. My black avian butterfly freed. Fingerprints descending down the steps of spinal vertebrae, to the soft round velvet that is known as ample behind. Nibbling on protruded nipples soldiers at attention. I glaze your arrogant staff with my vanilla frosting and you turn my waters into wine. The tingles from aftermaths of ecstasy got me wincing like a junkie on maneuvered tongue. A deep-seated decadence you dip your cup in my horizon and drink my sun, and I'm sprung. An advanced pillow talker, the thunder in the clouds of each of our breaths reverberating love. The fine fragrance of sex lingering between my bosom. I comfort you with my womb and you make it hurt so good. Slow grinding in a dark room you put a ritual on my hips and place fresh wet kisses on tantalizing lips, polishing slippery fingers busting multiple nuts. Choreographing my sex in steps of squirm and slither, a restless cobra deep in my guts. Sultry screams of 'Bloody Mary! ' in the garden of Eden, sparkling eyes fixed between glittering thighs mystery rapes my reason. Hair glistening like the sun's reflection off the water, golden. Silhouettes shimmering in the glow of ora, clitoris swollen.
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