I lick every so gently on the tip as you position yourself over me. Base to tip I lick you. Your balls slide into my mouth as I gently suck on them. Hearing you moan. Giving you pleasure. Pleasure you so richly deserve. I can not wait any longer. I wrap my hands around your ass and push you into my mouth. I position my face just right. All the way back, I feel you as you start to invade my throat. I swallow as my mouth hits the base of your cock. Deep in the back of my throat, I have you. Your moans become louder, your breathing heavier as I start to fuck you with my mouth. Grasping your ass, in and out, your cock slides as I suck. My tongue encircling the head, tickling all the right nerves. You hit overload. (My favorite part.) You grasp my face. Gently you begin to thrust. Fucking my face. Feeling my tongue tease and tickle you as you push your cock further and further down my throat. You feel me gag and swallow. I continue sucking. Your hips thrust up and down on the bed as I lay beneath you sucking. My mouth feels so good, so hot, so wet. I feel you becoming tense. Your cock is rock hard as it starts to throb. I feel your hot cum hit the back of my throat. Immediately I start sucking. Clamping my lips around you as I hold you captive. Taking from you all that you have. Every drop. You are helpless to fight it. You give in and go limp as I finish you off. You drop to the bed, spent. I am not finished with you yet. I start to caress you. Your every nerve comes alive as I lightly tickle you in all the most sensitive spots. eventually, I nestle my head on your stomach, gently suck your cock back into my mouth. Every so lightly I suck. You lie the in ecstasy. Your entire body tingling as you drift off to sleep with your cock still nestled lightly between my lips.

The awe of love,
How quickly it faded and turned into wonder
Wondering why...
Why is it, that you do not look at me anymore?
Slowly the wonder, turned into tears
Tears of pain, from an aching heart.
Why is it, that you do not love me anymore?
Gradually the tears began to dry.
Turned to anger, from so many broken promises.
Why is it, that you lie to me?
Anger festers into rage.
Exploding in upon itself.
How dare you be so cruel to my heart?
Rage eventually burns itself out.
And without an ember left glowing,
It slowly turns into...
Nothing at all.

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These are the lyrics to my new favorite song...Alabama, by: Cross Canadian Ragweed
She picked up the telephone, all the heard was dialtone. She really thought she'd heard it ring this time. She said, "what am I thinking? I must be only dreaming. Or maybe it's the hundred times he's crossed my mind just tonight." Maybe I miss your loving. Maybe I miss your kiss just a little bit. Maybe I miss your body lying right next to mine. Maybe I miss your touch a little too much. Tossing and turning. Her skins still burning from the fire in his hands. Running on empty. She needs somebody, but somebody wouldn't understand. And the telephone rings. Maybe I miss your loving. Maybe I miss your kiss just a little bit. Maybe I miss your body lying right next to mine. Maybe I miss your touch a little too much. Talked about Savannah, Sweet Home Alabama, and how I miss the way she always smiled. Are you coming back soon by the harvest moon if I have to walk every mile on my knees. Maybe I miss your loving. Maybe I miss your kiss just a little bit. Maybe I miss your body lying right next to mine. Maybe I miss your touch a little to much. Now maybe I miss your loving. Maybe I miss your lips just a little bit. Maybe I miss your body lying right next to mine. Maybe I miss your touch a little too much. A little too much. A little too much.