Ponderance of sex

Sometimes it seems like I am the only one who is not delusional. That is all.


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I feel the urge within, rising in my bones like daggers of electricity, making my every fiber glow with eccentricity. Submission and dominance, iron and wood, cuff and hand; cruel lover, thrilling, I rest upon her gentle lips: She kisses softly.

Orgasm, thou art a conduit into my lovers soul, a glimpse of Heaven in this shallow mortal Hell.

Glimmers of eyes and heavy breathing and rays of sun playing lines across your beautiful spasms. You curse Christ, relentlessly passionate, relentless desire. Powerful sedative, serotonin and endorphin and adrenaline and testosterone, milk and honey and kisses and caresses. Your eyes are so beautiful when they look into mine like that.

You accept me for the human that I am, sinful and prideful and ugly and scarred. You take me as I am, and for that I will devote to you my everything. Sweet nothing all whispered in ears as male pride subsides, reveling in ecstasy and bliss.

Dis
Mount
and exhaustion

I take you up into my arms, and you rest.