With the rain beating down upon the roof, let your body tell me all your secrets.
Sing your beautiful melody for me, let it travel to the heavens.
Yet even if all the angels hear you, they cannot claim you as their own. For you are mine now and forever.
There is beauty in your squirming, how your smooth legs squeeze together at a tickle.
But it does help me little, for I want to tear them apart to look upon your throbbing cunt. I want to take in how you are trimmed, how you pulsate for me. How your juices flow freely because you are singing for me.
Then I will take you angel, devour you like a hungry animal.
Again I ask you: tell me your secrets.
I hope you’ve enjoyed this bit of free form writing I did this morning. I’m going back to my blissful slumber. In the meantime, I hope you enjoy. And remember: tell me your secrets 🙂