Full Stop Cacophony

***Mature Content***

“Just breathe,”
Whispered in her ear
Before her nostrils flare,
filling with air
Though sighed out quicker yet
For the feeling of their

Fornication,
His member making directive
A memoir,
Writ in the electric typewriter
Of her spinal column,
Quickening
Wet
Willow of
Her womanhood
Weeping joyous,
Juicy citrus sweeping sex
Slipping spirit
as penis
Presses as
A punctuation point,
Pulsing,
Full stop cacophony.

Chorus angels muttering
“Mother…motherfu…motherfucker!”
For the mastery of her
Yoni parted
Perilously,
Perspiration as partition,
Mekhitza an unwelcome patrition,
Her pussy quaking,
Awakening,
Begging for
More.

Pounding, a prize
For
Breathing, “just breathe,”
The words resounding inside of her mind,
Unsure if
He said it again
Or memory served to
Keep her
Alive
Another moment
To appreciate
His cock slipping out
Sending shuddering sensations
Spilling over
Every inch of skin
That separates them,
Lost and unsure between
Named and nameless,
An avatar and an abstraction,
Divinity and the despondent,
Sure that death awaits
If he does not plunge
Himself again.

Detox shakes
As though she were squeamish,
Scarcely secured on her back,
Bracing
Breathless for
The best
Fucking
Fuck
She ever
Oh
Fuck,
Yes,
Wow,
That’s
How did
He
No,
Pleading for
His fullness,
And quaking
To completion as he
Swiftly returns again,
Rocking cock
And seemingly
His hips
Against her g-spot,
Knowing she has come
By the
Uncontrollable contractions
And quivering
She collapses into
As he feels her
Clenching her contentment
In wettening welcome
Of
More.

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