Rose Mary's Seed

She comes in many disguises,

but the visions of creeping creatures

stay the same and the moon

swallows the sky in clear thick smoke.

As the horny harlots swift through the dawn,

and the lonely night drift through the dusk,

Rose Mary creeps to the tent

to succumb her uncharted emotions.

There I lay down, as sweet melancholy

breezes over my soul and 

freezes my knotted lust,

she unbuckles the waist down

and slides my inches into her trenches.

Slippery wet, her tongue and hands

swirl round and round my tip and sack.

Stroking back and forth,

my inches meet her overly gasp lips.

Squeezing my sack right and

gripping the veins tight,

gushes upon gushes as 

sweet hot beverage flows into her throat.

Without hesitations, she drinks and swallows

as many seeds her lips can take.

Standing tall and moving with wobbly legs,

She mounts her pot on my face.

Slipping and sliding her hips

on my openly gasp lips

and waiting patiently for her juices,

she squirms as her emotions 

flow into my mouth.

She rides my face and 

squeezes my head into her crotch,

causing her to shiver and 

drool over her breast.

Come for me dear and cum for dear,

ride on my face and release 

your stress on me dear.

Whispering soft words in her ears

as she reaches an eternal climax.

Aggressively mounting behind her,

I guide my way into her palace.

Hot and welcoming as I swift

through her innermost thighs.

Pounding strokes after strokes

and thrusting slowly and deeper,

spring sweat sprouts through the skies

while she gives up the moaning cries.

From dawn to dusk, we drained ourselves

to the depth of rotten bones and corpses

Heavily loud and overly drained,

we lay our back on thorns and roses.

She rolls her eyes

to the back of her head

and gives a long sigh.

Biting her lips, I know 

she wants more and more

She loves it when I am in,

I love it when I am in, 

We love it when we are in.

We mesmerize through the nights

as sweet melancholy

breezes over our body and cool.