Theater

The moonlight kissed the silken sheets.

The full moon flooded the room and gazed on our moaning.

Her apples were sweet, and I was full of honey.

Her core wet, I had licked her apples before emptying

white stickiness inside her cavern. 

She bucked and moaned as I held tight to her and held on 

 before crashing over the precipices and juices mingled.

She prayed to God so loud, the neighbors heard her next door.

Thank you for making this old man happy.

How much?

I love a good performance. 

She is not a whore, but an actress.