Reprisal To Pinkpolitics The "S" Word...

Sexuality pours from your flesh pores,
As surrealism of beauty justifies why I want to get between those slender silky smooth thighs...
Eyes watch the saunter swivel of your waist,
While it gyrates the slight width of your hips,
Making them do that sinful sexual dip...
And if seeing is doing,
I see why my mind anticipates,
The pure sex that I will get from you right out of the gate...
Eyes fixate on long slender, straight sensuous legs, covered with shear, smooth, soft skin,
A derrière that screams sit on me, and once you are securely seated, simply ride...
But first, I must taste the flesh that covers your derrière roundness with the pinkness of my out stretch tongue...
Mmm, my mind anticipate the flavor will be as salty as your body sultry manner, and when my tongue has had enough of your flesh flavor, it will shimmy down into the shadows of your secret sacred place,
Work its way up and down the center of your swollen slit, were it will tease, taste, stimulate, succulate the erectness of your clit,
Until its well sauté by the heat of my steaming tongue...
Once you are primed, it will be time for my lips to sip on the sweetness of your nectar wine,
Swirl it on my tongue, letting its flavor saturate into its pink flesh,
Then all so slowly swallow a steady stream of its smooth sweet texture,
Softly slurping its satisfying taste down my throat, while you stand tall with fist clenched tightly against the hallway wall...
Dip, slip and slide slowly between your swollen folds slit, my tongue will ride,
While my ears tune into successions of surreal sounds of pleasurable moans, slipping past the softness of your succulent lips as my tongue submarines into your depths of squishy pink flesh,
Stretching, wetting, its walls for what will become next...
As my body stands tall, one hand will bend your body over at the waist, the other will slide your panties off the shape of your symmetrical slushy folds, that scintillate with wetness in the light...
Now its time for your mind to anticipate the size of my substantial sexual snake, as I prepare to slip-slide it past your haven gate...
Flesh press against flesh, as the flesh of my sex stretch the opening of your sizzling wet sex,
As my size slide into the smothering saturated swell of your depths, and the sensory of it falling inside you fills your womb, you will not disappoint my anticipation, of your shouting stentorian screams...
As my hips ride square on the firmness of your small derrière, my sex strongly strokes straight into the depths of your scorching affections, making your body to go into spontaneous combustion of stimulated convulsions of absolute substantial satisfaction...