You hold me, you look at me. Is it possible??!!
I feel you rush over me, crash over me, seep into me.
Flow within me like the river to the sea.
You cum down and cover me.
There is no build up to this crescendo.
It baths me full blast and leaves me in a swelling
recession of goosebumps and bulging lingam.
I am kissed on my lips then baptized and set adrift on
the sea of your essence.
Only to find myself again at the shores of your yoni.
Destined to set sail again. A voyage to end in a thousand
blissful deaths.
Being overtaken and submerged by you til the point of
breathlessness is in itself yet another cherished death.
Each one sweater than the last, leaving me wanting more.
Awaiting the next wave like a patient needing a blood
transfusion. In that I am reborn and the cycle renewed.

My breath burns like fire in my chest. You gladly
extinguish it almost without effort. Yet you devilishly
relish igniting me all over again. As we rock to and fro
riding the rhythm of the crests and basins of your

Liquid Passion.