Furious Chemistry

Time disorder is common in a concert meant for those who rush one organized by adrenaline and moderated by passion a boomerang transaction, where the receiver and giver are the same in a speedy interplay, faster than lightening and confusing to the clock, a deal where the expense is simply the profit. Her effect in this cold feels like warm hell in cracked ice proving that sexuality is the best chef, which leaves her expertly baked for this burning tease to dispossess the rain of its rainbow. It’s time to do nature’s homework with an instinctive craft where lust is king and fantasy, on a red bikini. This enticing invitation with a humid feel can’t be given a missed call I deserve the death sentence if I let go of this appealing grip. Sliding through her flat front with a distracted composure sinking into her back door protrusions with that sense of entitlement feeling those submissive rib bones like the keys of an organ all in one body capable of unfreezing the ice of antartica. Lips melting into mine like a burning candle wax two mountains with tips, the only gateway to the pink skies in need of my suck, they stand round, firm and below her rubber shoulders. She gladly wears my impatience like a fitted leather belt complimenting it with accelerating moves in dire need of a stabilizer folding into each other as we dance the ‘lock and key’ then every cardinal point is met by our sliding, rolling bodies and greeted with the appetizing sounds of our clapping torsos. Feasting in the accommodation of her wrapped gorgeous limbs oblivious in pleasure’s park from the blanket of her flesh erotic hospitality not in history books, served by the sheets of her skin I’m wild, lost in reality, faded in sanity as both bodies prey on each other displaying a vigil of powerful affection void of the pause button for the sun to delay its rise as it hopes for a continuous replay.