Reflecting on the moment that she,
I mean we…
But mostly me…
Was just too weak to speak and wrapped in wet bed sheets.
But weak to the point where we didn’t even want to move.
Sexually abused but in a good way…
She made that pussy spray like hair water bottles…
And I moistened her back all the way to every vaginal hair follicle…
Every molecule was her juices and saliva.
She was the abyss and I was the deep sea diver…
My body thrives on her.
I could survive with her.
Only thing I would eat alive was her.
She’s my delectable edible.
Body mixed with flawless and a touch of impeccable.
She’s my unforgettable…