Thursday, March 29, 2007

>>>>>reverse petal 2<<<<<<

she comes like a train in abandoned rushes with hips rising
and buttocks clenching and eyes focused on the somewhere
deep inside her being that coils snakelike in her belly and writhes
and flails her medusa hair against the pummeled pillow and the
wrecked duvet covered in sweat and union that falls crumpled
to the silent floor that holds their attack of passion like exhibits
for a fetish lord of arcane sensuality to mull over with a thong
that smells of her and stilletos that smell of her and the sheer
blouse that had the good fortune to brush against those pretty
breasts and feel their rise and decline and now as she bucks and
moans as the whore of her inner lust breaks free from the sheltered
sanctuary of her salted sex and blossoms like flame into her gut
and thrust and the explosive annihilation of sense and longing.

original image by junior. words by cocaine jesus


Blogger junior said...


original image?

11:59 am  
Blogger Cocaine Jesus said...


12:04 pm  
Blogger junior said...

just a modified fashion show photo...

12:31 pm  
Blogger Cocaine Jesus said...

cool nonetheless

12:33 pm  

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