anoint

There is soft wet flesh here
your dripping lips
a rich pool of moisture gathering
damming within
now running down your inner thighs
seeping into the sheets
yes, I'll paddle in this oozing musk
glaze these berry lips
while I've got you on the bed

four fingers pushing in

thumb moulding above

palm cradling the arc of bone

the drapes of flesh

my other hand spread
across your throat
fingers, thumb
squeezing the carotid pulse
I hold you still
I stifle the moan
grip the groan in your chest
as I prepare
hard knuckle-deep
pushing
pumping my hand into slick cheeks
your liquor weeping, seeping
between my fingers

but this

is not enough

my rock rod stands firm
twitches
throbs
his shining eye
already pluming a liquid pearl
he needs the plunge
the slam
the angry drive

the bone on bone 

the deep and dark
the hot, wet whole of you


I lean back
I need to see
the first thrust
the tight shining head push
purple and pink
parting your glistening lips
as the mouth of your sex
sucks him in
by inch
by slippery, silken inch
skin sliding within skin

But no... 
No gentle fuck this
no soft parade
no whispered promises
no muttered love
I'll bang the fuck into you
and fuck the bang
pound you on the bed
crack plaster on the wall

each jump
thumping the breath from you
bruising the peach
of your ass cheeks

you moan, groan
whimper, whine
as the pounding beats life into you
flushing your flesh

hot, tense blood

push your hand down there
feel the probe slide in and out
open a v in your fingers
feel it dragging your lips into you
and out again
in and out
in and out
pulling at the deep root
of your core
more and more
winding you up
wounding you
tightening you
the blood flood rising

feel my thickening gristle within you
the bone churning inside you
riotous and rigid
stretching you
filling you
drilling you
in and in
deeper
and harder
harder
and deeper
plunging
thumping
drinking the verjuice
of your sexmouth
heart pumping
thumping
dumping
jumping

he is full
tip-tight with liquor

ready

plump with stirred blood 

to stump up

to pump

yes
yes he's
he's
he's going to
I'm going to

the grip of my balls

a riptide

ready to

yes

yes

yes to
burst into you
but - 
at first spurt
I pull back out
to spill the sticky gloss
upon your skin
across your flushed flesh
silver droplets spray

start to run

in slithering streams

you grab at the itch of them
as you feel them trickle
scoop them in your fingers
carry the tender treasure
to your lips
anoint your face
with the thick rich chrism...