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Drifting into thoughts of you, I had an epiphany of a floor covered in sawdust with scattered piles of curled up wood shavings.
The scent of freshly shaved pine infuse the air – the oil lubricating the fragments. And, I see the trails of your cum glistening…forms teardrops that hang from the wooden curls.
I imagine falling down on my knees compelled to inhale the scent of your cum mixed with the stinging pine aroma of the oil. The fragrance cuts me down to the ground,…giddy. Judas – I hear them shout – I am felled.
I raise my head to see your planted marble thighs. Blue skies – and I bathe in the liquid pearls raining down on my face. They collect in pools in the corner of my eyes – teardrops streaming down my cheeks. Dare I wipe my eyes? I lift my head, and it falls unto my tongue. I taste the weeping sap from inside of you – this be pure joy, ecstasy and bliss.
My tongue climbs up the marble walls textured skin, with tributaries of green and blue veins. The patched mouth seeking the lactic juice to quench its thirst. I taste the enzymes seeping from your skin, fermented through the night. The sinus craves the warm scent to envelop the cavities so that the mind can descend into the realms of the sensual, giving in to lust, the scent of you hangs on my top lip, the acid bites has my attention tied.
