To The New Gods

Your moans reached a falsetto
Higher and higher
Before peaking
Just like the flushed
Ripe fruits that sit atop
Your breasts
Small and imperfect
Just the way I like them

 

Reaching towards the ceiling
Arching for release
From such sweet torture
I inflict between your thighs
An extension of the animal within
Resulting in pure ecstasy

 
You part for me like the harbour
And crash just like a wave
As you find the liberation
You were aiming for
And the atheist within you
Signed up temporarily
To gods you had no other need for

 

Yet in your brief subscription
They made you happier
Than I’d ever seen
Bringing a big wide smile
To your lips
And a blush that formed

Anywhere my fingers burned you.

 

Little Ginge x

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