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archipelago pleasure
there is a consistency
of immortal atmosphere
that wraps around the room
I want to make your cock wet; again
like archipelago pleasure
I like drawing it in with my lips of fire and aviance
in circles,
and licking it in arcs, and thwarting it with my tongue;
stopping for a moment;
then moving deliberately around it; again.
there’s a shadow
a dimness in the atmosphere
of a shining moon that moves around
surrounding the open luster with my whetted lips
loving it with my mouth and senses; and I like it
tasting all the goodness
as my sweetheart sinks it in my mouth; teasing
drenching it in wetness of my discriminating palate; clicks
archipelago pleasure
a palate click; again
and then rolling it off my tongue; again
in which you love to watch me practice.
the luscious licks; loving and licking it good
like an archipelago candy; it tastes like fucking
I like pulling your cock in my mouth; so sweetly.
sucking it good again; consistent
as the tongue of heat and fire is treadling the tip
pacing up and down alternating; my lips are pleasing
and this swells it, as if its tasting something amazing
swanning in the slickness
then thrashing and moving it quickly; regularly
the tongue surrounding a throng of throbbing
circling with arcs of pleasure; I like it more and more
and the thickness - its just so much
and I devour the cockhead in again
suckling and cupping the seeping; my tongue
smearing it in the cheek with
and I know you like to see it
touching it gently to glistening lips,
shadows moving on the wall delightedly,
dancing while you’re sleeping
with the sweetest taste of atmosphere.
There is a consistency
of immortal pleasure
that wraps around the room
there’s a look that says you knew
I like sucking your cock; long and really good.
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