I stand here above you embacing your head, your fine hair of deep fresh odors... colored of red. On your knees... the grasses flattened round you...its green blades still glowing living off your fire, you kneel as the sun in its stead- upon my upper thigh your wet cheeks feign distress but in your ear you shall hear me, ill tell you the rest...in time you, shall be tenfold over blessed...Oh keep.going....now hold it so deep...oh now Im feeding from your fire I want to reap...and to sow... in your throat you will feel me swelling and throbbing and you know... there's soon to be more pleasures...you have watered the grasses I see it there, it shows...
SShawnO SShawnO
41-45, M
Aug 22, 2014