art of love


dreaming a lover’s cock
kneading my softening quim
brushing me softly
circling the cup
pressing inside soft walls
like fresh clay on a wheel
lifting layers to the top
while spinning
muscle squeezing
gripping dense pottery
hardening in the cold air
an interminable movement
of pain and ecstasy wrapped
in fleshy ribbons of moans
like a jack-in-a-box
exploding suddenly
in spring heat

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