The sublime fit she made of her mouth
was a classic of design
all moods contained within
that moistening cavern
whose inner movements
spiralled into spasms
like the coils of a rope tightening
and rainbow dreams flashed
pulsated as tresses, caresses
flowed along the engorging
nape of her neck
into a final death of release
and her eyes like beacons
searching for pinpoints
of ecstasy in this, this
most favoured embrace
in spasms of discontinuous grace.
Amazing description... hopefully it was written in celebration?
bloody hell ray. spasms of discontinuous grace. thats brilliant!!!
all of this is fantastic. seedy and sweaty and dripping with filth.
(whats it actually about by the way? i assumed some sort of musical instrument but i could be wrong and you could just be a filthy old man)
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raypool
Sun 3rd Jul 2016 14:17
Thanks Stu. I nearly had second thoughts with this, but why not - memory is a great thing. It reminds me of the old muso joke: what's the similarity between lobster thermidore and a blow job? You can't get either at home. You were right about the instrumentation by the way: the pink flute.
Phil: congratulations on POTW first off ! Wonderful and moving (and David's offering). Thanks for the appreciation. I put my all into this, in a manner of speaking. I offer my envy to all who may be thus engaged.
Ray