Tuesday, September 18, 2007

can i play upon your lips?

drum out a tune on the grand piano, set so gently on the upper lip

swinging on the thick black vines rooted to a delicious face,

my moist naked body curls among the tendrils, climbs the twisting mass towards sweet white skim.

what is not covered is absorbed by my tongue, monstrous hunger consumes the

ghost of desire. her brown eyes are closed, while a red mouth searches for the taste of

salt and sweat and urine.

the capacity for a satiation has been dissolved, thrown into the pit of awakening.

there it will remain until the machine has been wrangled, spanked, thrown into obediance,

domination, understanding.

may i have another?

a hand catches speed, its velocity mounting, increasing energy, delivering punishment.

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