Alabaster moonlight
on your cherub cheeks,
My very own shining moon.
Slap.
You gasp.
Crimson outline of four fingers
Now spread your cheeks with eight,
Your star winking, wanting.
Breath blowing
Fine hairs on end,
Soft kisses,
Tongue touches,
Hips rising.
Saliva drips,
Anticipating,
Knowing
The exquisite burn and ecstasy will cum.
