Leave The Lace

Show me your
butterfly,
My Beautiful Muse,
I know
you got it
on ya.

Shed your clothes,
but leave the lace, I’ll
pull it to the side
for my entry.

Slide
your goddess
body
slowly, back
and forth
taking
my root
deep inside.

Shall I
pull down the
whip, my dear?

Gently,
sardonically,
cracking
each cheek
as I
begin to turn
into a werewolf
ravaging your
body, and
making you
moan
in frenzied
pleasure.

Pulling
you into
my body
by your hair
for a bite
on your neck.

Tracing
the lines
of your back
with my tongue,
cupping
your voluptuous
breasts
until you
explode
with juices
dripping
from my
testicles
slapping
against your
clit.

Time for my
explosion,
I flip you over,
spread your legs,
and mount you
like a wild beast.

Pounding
until my cock
swells
and I leave
thick ropes of
pearl
upon your nipples,
then
watching
you lick
them clean
as I
drink
the juice
so sweet to
the taste
from the fountain
of your
butterfly.

 

Β©James Dennis Casey IV

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