An indelible experience, devoid of efficient time endorsement
The devil’s bash was the destination.

Oblivious souls now birthed with grave concurring intentions,

All possible obstructions have been awarded certificates of absentia

A clear coast,

Team set for a 10 minutes romantic chorography

Our instructor made the call

Uncovering and revealing our private costumes 
An unspeakable deed, devoid of guilt

Two lips closely locked away in an intense juicy conversation

A feast of equal participation

The compass blew my hand east

It found rest, and promptly resumed a specific restricted motion

On one of the swollen parts of her chest

My tongue blinded by jealous,

Embarked on a slow, steady, wet journey from the lips 

To the zenith of her mammalian glands 

Safety advised the necessary persuasive employment of my teeth

A bite bade abundance astray

Taste buds awoken, pure flow of honey

Muscles incredibly stiff,

My recipient expelled an angelic rhythm

 

A wet display, devoid of friction

Constructed strokes ran out spontaneously from the shower

A cold ascension, 

Sticky connection between two skins

Her pores made shy supplication for a magic touch

Desperation appeared to the chosen five on my left arm

They assured him no stone would be left unturned
She insisted more employment 

Ten fingers softly creating appealing designs on two magnificent breast

The sun peeped with a reminder 

It was time

Nature’s diligence gave a safe, wet entry for the chosen one 

A to and fro exploration of a concise dungeon

She persisted, grave intensity

Flesh assimilated iron, inevitable brutality

She yarned, for more

An attempt to dissuade boredom

Pierced by provocation 

I bled out tenacity, all hands on deck

Change of technique.
A remarkable trip, devoid of a gentle touch of reality  

Shoulder tap exhumed me out of fantasy

A day’s ticket yet again briefly spent

She was there, thirty feet away

In her house,

Married to the confines of her walls

Here I was, 

Free from the chains of restriction

Save continuous breathing of those walls

Here I was, 

Always up before the birth of the sun

Another view of such perfect figure

Longing to table grave vices for expedient consideration

Before nature steals salad days away.

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           AWODIMILA    CHRISTOPHER

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