Mil Mortes Pequenas

Corkscrewed contortions
tie claddagh knots
binding the stars
between us,

every thermo
gyrated pelvic thrust
trickles the expanding giggle
of reticulated whispers
reverberating cobalt
geometric echoes,

eddies slip in
between rosy lips
delivering
perfumed bouquets,

tarry to bathe in
alabaster treasures,

coryphée my
limber seductress
squire me into the
chasm of weeping seraph's,

dress the crystal
oleander tourniquet
cloaking the tirade
of my bice naïveté,

as you drain
honey cynosure's
upon my lips
merging of piths,

stroking eight inches
with gratis tickles
from expert caresses
embed me now deep
in your lotus of heaven,

undulate trancing
in the hum
of Diosa's melody,

ride me,

faster,

now tempo to slow
as I arch driving
deeper into your valley
scoping the silver streams
creep underneath your skin,

comets sheer fall
into the hazel abyss
of your lanterns,

waves of trumpets
emit celestial thumps
as you contract

I shimmy my missile 

side to side 

you slip involuntarily

inch upon inch 

encompassing
my throbbing cock
drenching me with
liquidated supernovas.

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