Happy Head day.... Flow ... Prose Poem ....

Painted lips brush lightly against its pliable surface,

Gingerly sliding up and down its sides...

After leaving a painted trail on it's smooth skin covering,

They hesitate to kiss then taste its growing firmness…

A tender suckle is felt on his scrotum, making his lungs inhale then gasp,

When he felt the swirl of her tongue lashing across its wrinkled, naked surface,

His back arched,

His arms trembled,

Low audible moans vibrate in his throat...

Lips slowly parts letting the swollen bulbous head of his membrane, ease past their inner softness...

Lungs abruptly inhale,

As sharp deep sensations burned on the surface of his bare membrane,

Nerve endings overload, as the swell of his membrane slowly parts her lips wider....

Eyes fixate on its smooth bare surface, as it disappeared between the softness of her inner lips, and enter into the beginning of the hot damp darkness of her face orifice…

Just as his swollen gland entered completely inside her moist heat,

His body freezes still, as if time itself had stood still...

Toes entwine,

Hands move around misguided,

Buttocks muscles flex tight

Scrotum spasm with pleasure pain sensations,

An agonized, pleasure pain moan, ease past his lips,

As tight cotton softness precisely ease downward on his hardened flesh...

Eyes vision blur, eyelids close, as waves of sharp pleasuring sensations scamper into his loins...

In one slow movement,

Her head falls forward then slowly reverse back,

Forward, then back,

Forward, then reverse back,

Easing the softness of her lips back and forth again and again over the stretched flesh of his membrane girth....

As her lips grip tighter,

Sensations runs rampage from his loins up his spine, to the front of his brain,

Sensations so sharp and intense his mind enters a place unknown, trying to escape the inevitable...

As the tender inside of her lips ease up an down his harden flesh in a slow measured rhythmic pace, her eyes watches his,

They watch the softness of her lips manipulating and orchestrating his body reactions...

A sudden quick dip of her head makes his lungs groan,

A slow deep plunge downward makes his legs shake,

When her lips grip his membrane ever tighter,

His eyes close tighter,

His face contorts

His breath comes in quick short burst...

As her fingertips grip and hold the rock hardness of his shaft steady,

Her head swirls gingerly side to side, sliding the softness of her lips over his hardness gland ridge...

Eyes fixate on his body of whole, as it vibrates uncontrollable then stiffen...

Lungs cried out a loud audible mumbling moan that reverberates off the bedroom walls,

Her mind smiles, as the entire length of his membrane disappears between the tight soft touch of her lips, as the

swollen tip of his manhood palpitates wildly deep inside of her throat, as his harden membrane succumb to the suction and heat of her mouth sex...

His mind says scream,

But even with his lips wide open, only soft breaths of air ease out, because his lung has spasm tight from shear

pleasure pain of sensations exploding deep inside his loins, blanket bombing his mind with electrified sensations...

Legs vibrates,

Scrotum tightens,

Stomach muscles flattens

While his harden membrane girth swells,

Globs of hot... white... manly seed, ejaculates at the speed of light through the center of his large swollen membrane,

Spewing out the slit at the end of his elongated tunnel, spraying his seed purposely into the darkness of her throat….

Vibrations of his palpitating membrane is felt between her lips firm grip, as they quickly ease up and down his membrane length...

They don't stop their travel until his long hard membrane is only a small limp shadow of itself...

Eyes watches his face go from intense terror of pleasure, to a complete state of tranquil calm,

They watch his body sway, as his legs reels from his orgasmic release,

They watch his chest heave in and out as his lungs grasp helplessly for air...

Silence... Motionless.... Lungs deeply inhale.... Eyes slowly open,

As they glance downward they see her eyes looking deeply into his,

They see his flaccid membrane lying in the center of her half open hand,

At the very tip of his now supple membrane, is a red imprint left behind from a kiss...

A kiss… From her red painted lips....