A Sliding Beckoning

Why stand clenched fleshed ass
Leg highly cocked straddling a railing
Cunted cravings shaved to a throbbing sinter slit
A beeline of fingerings
Drooling drops creaming fingers
Pouting mouth
Lips shake a message across staired canyon

Still you'll pursue private pressures
Relief
Veined sunsets and pained with nail gouges
A grip to slide over a witch's gorge
A mess of tethered mania rented to the sluts of memories
How will your surge to pelvic urgency
Ever make the grade of her peevish wrenched contorting

Even bloodied thrashings rent demented slashes
Nails craved and carved for your sac
The skin rippled like seashore burned sand
A stretched wrench by her grappling hooks

Just stride the slutted bondage dimensions
And tear, pummel that pinked slash
Bite the nibbled hood
And tongue to the depths of bathyspheres.