In the dark wakes of the night,
Wetness of perspiration flows from our flesh like water flows over a mountaintop...
Deep inside my ravine his staff rides with long,
Penetrating deep into my wetness,
Making gushing sounds as his girth rides back and forth along the tautness of my walls...
Slowly riding my wants,
Into submission, as my ultimate slowly rises to the top...
Large beads of sweat fall on the middle of my back, mixing with mines...
After gathering in large quantities,
It tumbles down my back,
Then down the roundness of my buttocks,
Finally falling onto the blue satin sheets...
Bodies wet from head to toe,
As none stop sweat pours off our bodies continuously....
Hands tightens around the soft flesh around my waist,
They pull me harder and deeper into his ultra,
My voice whispers faster,
But his ears does not hear me,
Because his mind has chosen to keep killing me softly with shear,
Every imperfection of his harden staff surface is felt against the softness of my walls, as it slowly falls in and out the darkness of my depths...
My mind flashes images of his staff perfect size
Its grueling girth
The thick blood vein running up to its peak,
The smooth roundness of its large crown...
Body weakened to the point it cannot scream,
As my cream ooze perpetually onto his staff, while my body shuddered and quake to the point my mind almost faints...
Thighs stiffen next to mines,
Minds screams silently in blissful agony,
As his hot white seed ejaculates into the depths of my ravine...
Consumed, his body rest on top of mine...
As we lay in contentment,
My mind wonders about how the rivers of the world shall never run dry,
As long as we make this slow passionate love together...