upyricaart:The crimson-fruited mouth that I desired — While, like a snake on coals, she twinge
upyricaart:The crimson-fruited mouth that I desired — While, like a snake on coals, she twinged and twired, Kneading her breasts against her creaking busk — Let fall those words impregnated with musk, — “My lips are humid: by my learned science, All conscience, in my bed, becomes compliance. My breasts, triumphant, staunch all tears; for me Old men, like little children, laugh with glee. For those who see me naked, I replace Sun, moon, the sky, and all the stars in space. I am so skilled, dear sage, in arts of pleasure, That, when with man my deadly arms I measure, Or to his teeth and kisses yield my bust, Timid yet lustful, fragile, yet robust, On sheets that swoon with passion — you might see Impotent angels damn themselves for me.” -- source link