the commanding hold he had on her thighs
was in starkly beautiful contrast
to the silken finesse of his agile tongue and malleable lips
the sensitive motions and sensible rhythms
that never failed to read every breath in very pore
and taunt every tip of every nerve
she never even knew she had
soon she would be holding her own ankles
stretching farther than she knew she could
and begging for every appendage he has
to crawl inside her and send her sailing
to the soundless edges of this screaming slickshot galaxy
Things I enjoy to see, feel, touch, taste for my own pleasure and perhaps for others to enjoy with me. Ask anything...nothing is off limits here.