illusions of Kochinelle. . .

Palms planted on the tiles

Water maneuvering over your contours

Left leg planted on my right thigh

My fingers under your butt cheeks 
Lips exploring your navel and waistline

Tongue leaving a trail of wetness

Teeth caressing the mounds of your labia

Soft groans leave your lips dry and wanting more of my kisses

Your teeth biting into your lower lip

Body inching forward with each touch

My lips exploring your wetness

Moist conditions grip my mind like a noose

You inch further down as my tongue embraces your nipples

Tender bites and circles of 8 I bring over mounds 

Fingers finding their way up into your cave of weakness

Legs crumble landing you on my stiffness

My back and your knees embracing the floor

Relishing each movement exaggerated through your thickness

Your wetness welcoming more thickness with each thrust

Eyes rolled back freezing each moment of pleasure

Mind soaring with each deepening stroke

Your moans and screams now a roar of delight

Bodies begin to tense as toes begin to curl

We flood our gates of ecstasy soaked in tears and sweat

My alarm drones and awakens me from this illusion of pleasure. . . 

Telly Morris

Wednesday, April 17, 2013 at 18:05HRS