He loosened my tresses
And draped them
On my breasts
Stand still, he commanded
I will frame you
With my bare desires
Saying so, he started smearing the clay
On my luxuriant flesh
The chilly texture of the mud
Triggered a shivering effect
My tits peeped from the shadows of my dense waves
He smeared me meticulously
As if, he was sculpting an embryonic form
When he was done
He said, 'it's time now,
To give life to my creation'
And then he started licking me
As my eyes watered
And flesh burned
Yet, I stood still
Inspite of the explosive orgasm beneath.
©LR
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