The World's Most Fabulous Fuck
The worlds most fabulous fuck!, she thought, impaling
her wet lips upon the rounded tip, drifting like a feather,
further down until her inner grasp, at last clutched the
moment, snaring its prey. Her eyes tore through a veil
of consciousness, pouncing upon his very soul and beginning
a supple embrace with one anothers eyes, they wandered
off into a dwelling only the two of them could share. A house
of worship rivaled only by the cradle of the forbidden fruit,
inspired only by original sin. Without pretense and without
words, without so much as a breath withheld between them,
they intertwined. During his most prized moments of longing,
he felt aware of weakness dripping from his chin like nectar.
Sacrificing any hope of a pardon, he selflessly allowed
his emotional demise for nothing more than the moment.
Drunken arousal seemed oceans away even though this bliss
had lasted near minutes and though his mind was sober and
his heart content, he had only to relinquish to release.
A new renaissance had dawned, leaving in its wake, a blushing
bride named lust. His thoughts raced, fear drifted away
like a ship set to sea. Her hands offered an opening gesture,
a treaty of understanding. Wrapped within her mystery,
his confusion turned its gaze upon what could only be called
a nurturing peace. Through this looking glass of honesty,
the world remained tinted rose. No advice from youth could
have prepared him for the fountain that had been lain beneath
him.
The sun arose to greet the day, to devour its beloved night,
to vanquish the moon its squire and only betrothed. Alas,
they woke in one anothers arms, the scent of nearby jasmine
calling out to the faint of heart that their time had just
begun. Stumbling over words and mounds of pillows the young
man swaggered towards the door with the gentlest of smiles
gracing his lips. His only defense against those pouting
red delights was a reassuring nod that he would soon return.
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