A SMALL DEATH

My orgasm is a small death

She paints my eyes with her soul

With lines and curves so bold

Her frame I held strong

Her panting whispers,a sinful song

Her texturous body covered the walls

In colours abound like heavens own halls

Collided with my speeding heart

To only beat against this work of art

I Die

 

Reviews

[Jenna]

Damn man. I can almost feel like Im living this experience. Especially the heart speeding part yeah because what you wrote led up to that heart speeding

[Arthur Crow]

That is sensational.. you bleed a great spell of sensual delight for my senses to lavish in. Bravo!

[Matthew V. H.]

well damn. I wish i could be that discriptive in so few words.

good job,
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