Bollicks
Precious treasure rolling around, Dipping in darkness, this Wet, wanting hole where Sweet saliva glistens bright And lips enfold the weight of pearls Not yet bestowed Upon her face Or sprayed in ropes Upon bare breasts, Full splendour graced. Subjection, this danger, Her appetites bound To her master, his will is Submerged in her soul, in her mouth As her ragged breaths grasp Where she suckles on jewels of His plunging...