immortal honey 
miss her language, on nights like this miss the appendix in which I became transformed and hair follicle. He was all muscle, with the serenity of the stars unveiling taboos and made me plain where my rivers converged. There was no anything you do not dig, every inch was tamed in its path, the investigation in which the only reward was a smile when emerging from between my legs which bulldog splashing around and decided, dragged me over and over again to the depths.
never said no, he pretended not to want, I became typical, belly pain or headache and took a turn or another if it was on the covers, if not, if his side and watched me, because I always calibrated the tiniest of my movements, was enough to pick up my curls and give it the neck. His eyes gave off bolts and what appeared as a face heated, finished a tour in which as many tasting was endless and I am a bubble nest that he planned to see us both lie never satisfied. Female was female while he headed up the course of my silver cord entranced by the image, taking care that I lost in the flutter of insect or dissolved light bulb in my sternum. Then, with the fury of a trunk that pays devoured by the wind, between almost vulgar spasms and pressures of woodpecker, made me come back to after my petit mort granted in his mouth again. I should have said no, perhaps even should not only that language.
