Lucious Eternity

I blow on his pole-like apparatus,
languidly swimming in the milky drool-juice of its purple head.
Dreaming, we manipulate lucious eternity
with our hot, bare, screaming lust.

He chants above my gorgeous peach breasts,
tongues the delicate pink skin.
Worshiping and drink on love.

The smooth, womanly ache floods my delerious blood.
Crushed to the bed,
rob me of my vision.
A symphony of beauty.