Geechie Lover


Geechie Lover

I can’t seem to steadily fix your face in my mind. It keeps fading from view.

Yet my body remembers your hands on my thighs. Hungry eyes devouring my pheromone gaze.

Every day the beautiful lonely rosebud years for the stem eagerly awaiting pollination, satisfaction and release.

I feel the weight of your obsidian flesh keeping rhythm with my answering hips.

Geechie man where are you now? Are you favoring another with your charming 1000 watt grin?

Your imprint remains emblazoned on my mind, body and soul, Daily seeping into V-shaped orifice legs wrapped around your broad barrel chest.

 

Throes of Spiritual Passion
Ecstasy, Passion — A Holy Orgasmic Release.

 

Vulvonic Storms

Engulfing pleasure via penetration by the fire-tipped arrow of liquid bliss igniting climax, undulating quivering flesh cresting and falling waves beating against craggy muscular shores.  Repeatedly the sword is plunged into welcoming consummation releasing the rapture seminal fluidity ecstasy. A Rhapsody of convulsions enraptures my being casting me into sensual oblivion of volcanic bursts of molten lava shooting forth from Vulvonic cores.  Addicted to never-ending euphoria once again I levitate towards the Golden Flaming Spear scorched sweat washing into untamed grottos. Intensity of squeaks and yelps issue forth from formerly abandoned caverns answering the echoes of uncontained passion as a runaway beast charging, snorting and grunting smashing into the tight cavity taking command. A cacophony of primordial reverberations fill the bedchamber atmosphere exposing sweaty, grindy rumpled sheets infused with rainbow colors, orchestral violins and Angelic voices heralding the gale force winds of Solomon and Sheba eternal song.