Her body archs and spasms, waves like
an ocean tide and there's an orchestra
of sounds, music enlightening to my ears,
so stimulating, I so very much want inside
but no, now something new takes over,
a thought inside me posessess,
I haven't given up, just into this again,
given into the deepest absesses
of my brain,
its insane,
and I think I like it
she feels and I feel her
blend, bust, breaking barriers
this beauty before me I'm enthusiastically touching
my tounge retracing paths of previous sucess,
strategically placed teeth clamp down on
her lucious and smooth skin
who needs rites, who needs religion,
when sex with meaning, with her,
is all I could ever need?
Who needs the schackles of sects
when you've got something as
sacred as floorplay and sex;
who needs heaven when this
is the highest that I can concieve
in my brain,
its insane,
and I think I like it.
Now her beautiful face, her virbant eyes
roll into her head, her neck goes back,
burying the tip of her skull into the pillow
as she bites her bottom lip, quick and deep
inhales and exhales of breath,
here between pressure and softness,
light touching and scratching, I'm
feeling like a mythical god guiding her
up a moutain through this caress
and she's said she's easy to please
which should be enough for me to crawl
down from the pedistal I've put my ego on
in my brain,
though its insane,
I think I like it
and I can't help but think in the midst of it all,
in the heat of the moment, that behind every
altruistic act hides the most selfish motivation;
can't help but realize that I'm such a hypocrate;
in that while stamping it unethical in every other
aspect of my life, domination and submission is
seemingly grade-A-okay on this bed, in the conext
of this most blessed of all concievable situations
and I smile at the look on her face
my hands exploring her back, playing
up and down her spine and her neck,
her breasts, between her legs as I'm
high on the creative grace I try
and blend and retrace
feeling like a mythical god, guide her
to approach and retreat to the peak
of that mother of mountains
so high on control, such a
manipulative freak, thinking
that I'm so fucking divine, in the
thought that I can play her like a piano
so she's said she's easy to please
which should be enough for me to crawl
down from the pedistal I've put my ego on
but ignoring all that, in the here and now,
I'm high on a cloud, like a mythical god,
guiding her up, then away from the peak
rising my pedistal higher till I think the
time is right to bring the hammer down
I didn't miss, and the evidence is the explosive bliss,
the sex flush, back arching, the physiological signs,
a look of pain and pleasure, life and death,
from cradle to grave, in this moment, awake,
dualities reconcilled in this orgasmic,
climatic transitory state
she feels and I feel her
blend, bust, breaking barriers
in my brain,
its insane,
and I think I like it
but she's said she's easy to please
which should be enough for me to crawl
down from the pedistal I've put my ego on
but ignoring all that, in the here and now,
I'm high on a cloud, like a mythical god,
guiding her up, then away from the peak
rising my pedistal higher till I think the
time is right to bring the hammer down
she says she's so easy to please
and I'm pleased when she's pleased
so di I do this for her or do I
do this for me
do I overthink these things,
make something out of nothing,
moutains out of here mole hills
she says i'm no hypocrite
I'm not sure I believe it, but even so,
I think I like it
with her it seems I'm
so easy to please, but its so
hard to appease my moral fiber
fuck morality
this seems so beautiful to me
and it seems she likes it.
an ocean tide and there's an orchestra
of sounds, music enlightening to my ears,
so stimulating, I so very much want inside
but no, now something new takes over,
a thought inside me posessess,
I haven't given up, just into this again,
given into the deepest absesses
of my brain,
its insane,
and I think I like it
she feels and I feel her
blend, bust, breaking barriers
this beauty before me I'm enthusiastically touching
my tounge retracing paths of previous sucess,
strategically placed teeth clamp down on
her lucious and smooth skin
who needs rites, who needs religion,
when sex with meaning, with her,
is all I could ever need?
Who needs the schackles of sects
when you've got something as
sacred as floorplay and sex;
who needs heaven when this
is the highest that I can concieve
in my brain,
its insane,
and I think I like it.
Now her beautiful face, her virbant eyes
roll into her head, her neck goes back,
burying the tip of her skull into the pillow
as she bites her bottom lip, quick and deep
inhales and exhales of breath,
here between pressure and softness,
light touching and scratching, I'm
feeling like a mythical god guiding her
up a moutain through this caress
and she's said she's easy to please
which should be enough for me to crawl
down from the pedistal I've put my ego on
in my brain,
though its insane,
I think I like it
and I can't help but think in the midst of it all,
in the heat of the moment, that behind every
altruistic act hides the most selfish motivation;
can't help but realize that I'm such a hypocrate;
in that while stamping it unethical in every other
aspect of my life, domination and submission is
seemingly grade-A-okay on this bed, in the conext
of this most blessed of all concievable situations
and I smile at the look on her face
my hands exploring her back, playing
up and down her spine and her neck,
her breasts, between her legs as I'm
high on the creative grace I try
and blend and retrace
feeling like a mythical god, guide her
to approach and retreat to the peak
of that mother of mountains
so high on control, such a
manipulative freak, thinking
that I'm so fucking divine, in the
thought that I can play her like a piano
so she's said she's easy to please
which should be enough for me to crawl
down from the pedistal I've put my ego on
but ignoring all that, in the here and now,
I'm high on a cloud, like a mythical god,
guiding her up, then away from the peak
rising my pedistal higher till I think the
time is right to bring the hammer down
I didn't miss, and the evidence is the explosive bliss,
the sex flush, back arching, the physiological signs,
a look of pain and pleasure, life and death,
from cradle to grave, in this moment, awake,
dualities reconcilled in this orgasmic,
climatic transitory state
she feels and I feel her
blend, bust, breaking barriers
in my brain,
its insane,
and I think I like it
but she's said she's easy to please
which should be enough for me to crawl
down from the pedistal I've put my ego on
but ignoring all that, in the here and now,
I'm high on a cloud, like a mythical god,
guiding her up, then away from the peak
rising my pedistal higher till I think the
time is right to bring the hammer down
she says she's so easy to please
and I'm pleased when she's pleased
so di I do this for her or do I
do this for me
do I overthink these things,
make something out of nothing,
moutains out of here mole hills
she says i'm no hypocrite
I'm not sure I believe it, but even so,
I think I like it
with her it seems I'm
so easy to please, but its so
hard to appease my moral fiber
fuck morality
this seems so beautiful to me
and it seems she likes it.
