There are thousands of words in your trilogy
the three distinct parts of you
that melt onto me
The first was like any other
with roiling passion tilting up its head
a hungry lover
you
its soul source of nourishment,
sustenance,
feeding the beast with your heady flow of
silky liquid;
dancing on the tip of my tongue
caressing the crest of my breast
softening the blow into my cunt
a ravaging beast reaching the end
of me
And the middle
more mundane but more tender
undulating hips and eyes that meet
posturing complete;
we now engage in more
than button-flying, panting, erratic
fucking
it's more now...
Which brings us to the final chapter
of the final book of the
final
series
of our long affair of the cock and cunt and heart
the hearts don't make it, sadly,
one of them dies;
and the other rides off
without so much as a
goodbye.
(c) Trinity Wolf
