Man of Steel

Drink thee slowly from my well of woman wound. Mutter your lies if you must at my earlobe. Your breath dancing over its slight hairs and thin skin. My turn. I told you men were meat and I was object. I smacked your ass and called you Superman. Lois will surely get the scoop from the man of steel. 'He watched my dinner digest and jostle as I rode him.' I know you're leaving once you finally cum, Kal El, because we discussed it. The bouncing curl. Oooh. His jizzum speeding bullets piercing through the cervix door. Ugh! My teeth and his inability to feel pain. Grrr. His internal seething and superiority complex. My three pack a day habit, incessant scribbling, bipolar disorder, and penchant for danger.