Your spit tastes like cheap beer and expensive cigars.
You give me a face full as my cock rips you open.
Letting me know that you're in control,
Roles don't apply here, we don't understand them.
Top, bottom, sub, dom.
"Yes please" is all we comprehend.
My cum dripping from your ass as you squat on my chest,
jerking your bull dick in my face.
The primal stink of old sweat, precum and piss filling my nostrils.
It transcends desire.
It's the smell of love. Bitter, sweet, salty, wet, pure and untamed.
Thick ropes hit my face, my tongue, my neck.
The snarl leaves your lips, replaced by a smile...
M.J. McGuire-Curry
December 24th 2007
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