There is no place like home
but what if home is being invaded
taken over
over run?
Then what is your place?
Where can you go?
No where.
I often dream of sleep
eternal
uninhibited
all in all
something just for me.
It’s taken years to become
entangled in social endevours
drama
hear says and illusions.
How pleasing it would be to me
just to wash away
the abstinence,
the disobedience,
the allure of yesterday
of sin itself,
with the closing of eyelids
in an eternal sleep.
This would please me
knowing that no one can wake me
knowing that life is but a dreamland
left behind for the dreamers
while I live a real life
soaked away in the tears of tomorrow.
who_leo
22 April 2011
Deliciously Sacrilegious
She bucked as quickly as she came
my head buried deep between her thighs
I could hear her heart beat every time she squeezed them
pressing hard upon my head,
glossy lips to kiss with a trimmed growth of hair
flourishing around them, it was just
enough to tell you that she’s a woman
and not some little girl.
I moved my tongue around the little mound
which lay hidden between her soft labia
one that my lips could feel pulsing
with every beat of her powerful heart.
It was delicious,
sacrilegious,
that my lips themselves prayed upon hers
lavishing in the tender touch of their kiss.
Arms wrapped around her legs,
hands freely transversing her body
one could feel her back arch slowly as they touched her hardened nipples.
Oh illustrious woman,
heavy breathing and panting gave away that your cum would soon flow
and your little patch which was already so moist
would turn into a river
gushin
almost drowning me
but still I prayed on your body.
As her hips began to raise,
her juices flowed freely
a taste so arousing my tongue aches for it even now.
Taste buds lit in ecstasy,
the scent of her all over my face.
It was delicious,
sacrilegious,
the way her cunt wet the bed
my head buried deep between her thighs
I could hear her heart beat every time she squeezed them
pressing hard upon my head,
glossy lips to kiss with a trimmed growth of hair
flourishing around them, it was just
enough to tell you that she’s a woman
and not some little girl.
I moved my tongue around the little mound
which lay hidden between her soft labia
one that my lips could feel pulsing
with every beat of her powerful heart.
It was delicious,
sacrilegious,
that my lips themselves prayed upon hers
lavishing in the tender touch of their kiss.
Arms wrapped around her legs,
hands freely transversing her body
one could feel her back arch slowly as they touched her hardened nipples.
Oh illustrious woman,
heavy breathing and panting gave away that your cum would soon flow
and your little patch which was already so moist
would turn into a river
gushin
almost drowning me
but still I prayed on your body.
As her hips began to raise,
her juices flowed freely
a taste so arousing my tongue aches for it even now.
Taste buds lit in ecstasy,
the scent of her all over my face.
It was delicious,
sacrilegious,
the way her cunt wet the bed
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