Naked flesh heaving to the beat,
A sensual samba,
Punishing the physique,
Red and flushing the cheeks.
Sweat greasing slits and gliding curves,
Lubing the torrid lust,
Taking what is deserved,
Sweetness to be devoured.
Growing hard in callous rhythm,
Split wide and gaping wet,
A blessing of sweet chrism,
Pounding out the torment.
Temperature rising to climax,
Quivering on the lips,
Sweet release of just fruits,
Drained limp, languid—finished.
Photo by Alexander Krivitskiy on Unsplash
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