pL & gF

Preparing ourselves to be lost,
lethargically in each-other’s foundations,
easing urges with lust,
armed with will and desire,
surrounded by nipples and a hairy chest,
understating one-another’s incest’s,
roaring to our pre-org-asmic symphonies,
entangled in our mutual wordlessity,
assumed by our sexful capacity,
bringing pleasure to self-denials,
leaning on each-other’s worshipfulness,
erasing physical pains, to our genitals.

Learning our divine prudentiality,
overdosed by “yummy-erotic-feelings”,
vouching for our credential-kneelings,
ear-dropping on close honey-sounding moans,
making love like the “everlasting never-before”,
arranged for sweet-spicy movements and even more…
kissing the pubics and giving control,
intentional sinning sex plans,
nourishing: tongs, lips, fingers and hands,
gloriously; unrealized by the casual eroticless-brains.

Adoring the sweat,
needing that incomparable touch,
due to that gentle scratch.

Gazing sinfully at your back,
raising my Torpedo high,
ensuring I hear that cry,
allowing you not to say “Oh my!”
tearing your bum and hips, together with joy.

Filling your Hithka with my Shenjtor,
using our “Animal-Kingdom Habit”,
craving for much more, or even just a bit,
killing our fears with roughness,
infiltrating and harboring, in wetness,
narrowly hitting and drawing the bodies,
god, god, god, Oh God, Oh God; until we cum…!!!