Verbal Foreplay

With compliments like foreplay and his ejaculation of adjectives, I couldn’t help but yield and give way to the river flowing through my hidden canal. How could I say I was a victim to he? When all that I am is a part of he and he and I become we? I flowed like a river holding his boat steadfast and strong, knowing this moment would last all night long. Every word spoken was fluid and sweet, forcing my current to increase taking him deeper. Spilling his vernacular to slay and maim my conscious into blissful captivity. Nature rose and my body froze into molten flesh creating an instant tattoo. There was no denying that still waters ran deep.



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