Sexual ConsignmentEradicated from the gates of customary feelings I voyage helplessly into exotica.I hold sex my prisoner tonight on this evening of pleasure and domineering erotica.Consensual consignment is brutally decimated I'll leave no alternative but to agree.Sexual intercourse understates the episode we will convene as we travel united into ecstasy.The magnitude you engender inspires my lust to manufacture an antagonistic sexual monster.A fearful figment of an imaginary sex divinity, an obedient sex slave programmed to concur.Let me take you entirely and absorb your heat you passionately withhold.Let me expose the freak that died in your civilized manner, let loose sexual feelings controlled.As I grind your supple structure the warmth of my whispers heat the back of your neck.With clawing arms I clinch your thick thighs with hostility and pull you closer with no regret.You're mine this nightfall and I design to moisten your hidden cavern of passion.Patience administers fear and uncertainty so I neglect patience in an arrogant fashion.Take this evening for what it is and enjoy the power of abusing commitment entirely.I'll savagely shred clothes from your pending body and remove pre ejaculated pants from me.Ahhhh release the fluid of obsession over my face as I dive into your moisten inner love.Let my tongue massage your delicate clitoris and elevate climatic sensations up above.My eagerness to explode is irritatingly close so I enthusiastically alter positioning momentarily.I refuse to hear I love you this twilight I'm simply not worried if you care for me.Swallow my manhood completely in your saturated womb of pleasure.I'll pound these tight walls of affection causing a slight vaginismus measure.A promising orgasmic dysfunction is exterminated due to temporary exhaustion.Repositioning is vital in recovering the moment achieved as we continue rapidly with no caution.With a fist full of wet hair I yank vigorously to assist the rhythm better.This promiscuous encounter has us saturated in a mixture of mixed fluids together.No flowers, no chocolates, no candies and no false feelings.This sexual consignment is pure sex on a platter, a measurement of enjoyable dealings.So claw my back and I'll smack your ass and well experiment on what life feeds.When both reach the ultimate climax we'll part ways as friends that helped each others needs.By: Symz (www.myspace.com/rsymz)
(thanks so much for writing this!!)
