Not over or
under,
or even wanting.
Just . . .
sexed.
And that’s
when she noticed the subtle pattern in my not-so-subtle wet erections and asked
me to bed her down and spread her out like a
V by the ankles so I could see
what sweet candy the import Mandy had to give.
She was
Arabesque and her toenails were painted a rebel fuchsia w/the ankhlet & the
Chinese poon dragon tattoo clawing tight on her secrets and the inside of her
thigh.
Her rising moon
was shaved porno bald screaming to be shamelessly satisfied. Glossy and smooth
w/the quivering butterflies distracting my knees.
The holiest of
all holes was bronzed and puckered up like a butter-scotched pornographer’s wet
dream.
I knelt and
inserted her lascivious fix becoming a holy man on the spot.
Soon to become
one w/god, lover, and the animals piously chanting around
the vibrating
sun.
Victor Millan
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