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comfort and need Comfort and Need The leftover rain stretches out over the burnished avenue.She is almost naked in the la-z-boy; thick strap of hairdrops over her cloudy eyes, black in the darkness. Her shoulder, a plum, hides in the eidolon. He rolls the memory of her warm skin around in his mouth. Her flesh meets his dry kiss with sweet hush now low moans leaking from the back of her wet throat. She timidly speaks through her hands, asking his hips ten thousand questions. He tumbles into her.She opens her legs like a strong palm or a smile. He melts in to her sun dream center; she moves to swallow him through his wearied sweat pants. Penetration is impossible, but they defy physics. A dark stain blooms in the center of his cotton crotch. Her thin fingers slide the lace gateway to the side, as he pants and enters her fully, slowly, the damp moans leak and sprinkle the air. He drinks them in when he kisses her. Now her hands are singing, a chorus, guiding his metered song.He feels her small universe orbit about him with a million sweet moons, tiny orbits wrapping him in their celestial path. She turns her breasts into a protest and he meets them, quiets them, with his tongue. She feels her nipple disappear into him like candy. The sweet skinny strand of delight runs straight to her bent tummy. He touches her lower case letters that curve with each p or e or o. She has a soft shore of flesh that fades and reappears as he rushes over her and then races away. She digs ten red nails into his rear end. The pain spikes him and sends him into her, almost through her. She endures.The nosy rain outside presses against the window: voyeur. There is nothing to see here, but the moist music of sex, bubbling with each tense and release. He melts into her brown eyes.She swallows him as he shows his way into her mouth. Her own desire fills the flavors of her mouth as she feels his tip touch the waiting moans, the sweet cries that she’s so desperate to release. He weaves his fingers into the tangle of her hair. He looks down to see his cock pass over her swollen lips. Her fingers find the familiar spots of her vagina, and the button, and the<b> singing </font></b>singing, singing! The tip of the penis traces the outline of her mouth, her chin… he writes his invisible love all over her thoughts. She turns herself and offers submission. The white moon curves its sallow lighti nto the room, and he enters her from behind. There is a tacit conversation and a start… slow… careful. And like the rain filling the clay flowerpots, he deliberately fills her, too. She is flushed with excitement & the faces of all forbidden things. She smiles into the pressure and marries his patient trespasses to her endless desire for the acid edge of pain. He is the slow moan of the wind tipping tree limbs and street lamps; he is a long heart splitting her in two until she feels herself come undone. She dials and redials the numbers into her while he lives inside of her for what seems like forever. The moon moves again and opens its eternal eye, staring at the lovers, dumbstruck by their anguish, their joy. He loses his passion on her dark skin. She finds her million year song and howls and howls and comes. They collapse, the creamy love pressed between them: his swollen comfort and her aching need. |
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