World Traveller

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misstkn11
misstkn11
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WORLD TRAVELLER

I'm aching for it.
Shaking quaking breaking for it.
You can explore me, if you like.
Strike out across my spread thigh landscapes with a wet mouth.
Drag honey howls from my eager lips.
Drink snaking sips from my steaming flower.
Shower my opened folds with sucking seeking squalor
until I holler holy,
hold you tight between my legs,
begging to stop. To go.
I don't know.

Your hands hold my hips like a map.
Grip and drag my meadow cleft streaming into the light.
Cartography
gleaming in the lamp glow.
Xs mark the spots that you will plunder.

I quake under your hands.
But you hike hands head slow.
You know what this does.

The first feather kiss below the hill bulge of my belly.
I feel myself swelling.
Karsts breaching my surface.
Welling as I wait.
You cross into my queendom with a single stroking finger.
Linger over lotus field lips,
skirt the ridge of reasonless.
Rub back and through
From hole to hole to
whole pleading
for the plunder of my continent.

Kneading the air with my hands,
demanding the driving drag of your tongue.

I hunger for your hunger.
Your breath brushing my bounty.
I am pushing but you are pinning me back.
Making me lay spinning in sticky suspense.
Splayed for your feasting eyes and your flickering fancy.

You are grinning.
Winning.
I am losing
Patience.
Tense and tilted desperate towards your face.

And finally my private palaces are laced with your liquid love.
Starting above and below while I grow thick and wicked,
waving my oceans under your kiss in a self storm.
The tug of burning lips on surging clit.
My wits wild;
Berserker in the sea.
Civilizations cast from my door with the kick of my earthly cravings.
Hips lifted like a whore who loves her job.
Sobbing with global nerve nirvana,
clenching fistfuls of your hair and pinning you to my soil.

You coil wanton paths across my glistening strength.
Work your tongue along the length of life's portal
and plunge it pointed into my hollow of creation.
Vacation there for awhile,
before retreating to ignite my swollen volcano.

Your hands slide under my thighs
And pull me into the aching throbbing core of things.
The hurricane place
between your face
and a state of succulent grace.
As your mouth pours across me like water on my riverbed
I see red and rainbow and
starfall
into and from the grace of gods and gratitude and
the gorgeous gift of
global explorations by
an enthusiastic world traveller.

misstkn11
misstkn11
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