listening to Moody Blues Procession Every Good Boy Deserves Favour he summonsed I need hydraaation
as they sang Desolaaation then the rain fell the tribal drums played birds sang
then again he sang I need hydraaation
he had had too much to drink
it was Easter
he was by himself
he decided he best be loaded to assist
his irreligiousness he of course exaggerated
it peeking between-his-fingers-crossed-over-his-eyes to obscure observe The
Resurrection
the only resurrection he believed
incheered on was Round Two the return of
his erection
kneeling earlier between
Aristides legs as she was recovering from Round One their first-ever go-round and she was recovering quicker than him
because she was youngerbecause she was a woman
and because she was a woman
it was insane how quickly women recovered
for Round Two
he could have thought Oh wellbut there
wasnt anything to think he fell to itpurchasing
himself some much-needed timegrabbed her behind the kneesbit the insides of her
thighsthen thrusted them upspread them apart and with abiding relish went after
her lips and clit with his mouth and tongue
her STOP! gaasp Too
sensitive
Too senGASP! rolled soundlessly out
of his ears he shoved her up the bedher
head against the wall he loved that she
didnt have a headboard complementing her bedroom furniture
the damn things were worthlesswere never stout they slapped against the wall betraying their
sex even more than her wanton cries cries
that some women he had been with had tried to mute smother burying their faces with
a pillow under both their hands pillowtalk. that was the only pillowtalk he knew he was genuinely puzzled when some men said
women needed to be sweet talked
CHRIST!how the fuck could he sweet
talk a soul if his mouth and tongue were busy at their pussy
he needed waterhe needed some
waterlots of water quickly to dilute the heat going off inside his head
Easter
Resurrection
Erection
some might be offended with the
juxtaposition
he saved juxtaposition for Round Three an damn near breaks his back pulling it off
there wasnt anything he wouldnt
do for love
the love of sex
Aristides nearly killed him
he
nearly killed her
sometime after 1900, Thursday,
18 4. 19
1113, Monday,
22 4. 19
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