sweetiepiefuckface

Getting My Grub On
2002-06-15 13:28:04 (UTC)

Virtue is For Those Who Haven't Tasted Their Own Pussy

You must make up for in diction what you lack in dick.
(Crimes of Passion, Kathleen Turner).

Soft, soothing lullabye. Whisper to me of what you want.
Allow me to fall asleep on your shoulder as you steer the
large car down the highway. You must know where we are
going. I do not need a destination, only a route.

Cursory looks never get what I want. I have to speak it.
I have to let the words drip down my tongue and out with
each exhalation. Shy of a woman who knows how to ask for
what she wants?

Too bold. Too assertive. Too in love with her feet in
heels, grinding into the asphalt.

Meek woman, Timid woman, do not get too near. I may just
grab you by the hair of the back of your neck and insist my
tongue part your chaste lips.

The taste of me is exquisite, and I should know. I like to
taste myself after a heated orgasm, to see what I have
eaten that day. Oh, to have a tongue long enough! My
fingers will do for now. My dripping fingertips. Will
do. For now.




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