Two lips

I found happiness in the smile between her legs

For a night, glee and pleasure mixed, like our sweat.

Her bed, a home, a mansion of flesh,

I was her humble guest,

I, a scientist exploring our new habitat.

A living room in her mouth,

The pool at the bottom of her back,

Her voice, a radio calling my name,



Don’t stop.


My God.

My cock, her alter

Her moans my prayers.


I don’t accept them,

False words escape her,



You don’t praise my Gods.

You and your nonsense, away with them.


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