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"
Yes
.
.
.
"
she
croons
,
riding
him
.
"
I
worship
your
n
*
*
ples
,
from
which
the
milk
of
life
flows
.
Your
kiss
is
honey
and
your
touch
scorches
like
fire
,
and
I
worship
it
.
"
His
words
are
becoming
more
rhythmic
now
,
keeping
pace
with
the
thrust
and
roll
of
their
bodies
.
"
Bring
me
your
lust
in
the
morning
,
and
bring
me
relief
and
your
blessing
in
the
evening
.
Let
me
walk
in
dark
places
unharmed
and
let
me
come
to
you
once
more
and
sleep
beside
you
and
make
love
with
you
again
.
I
worship
you
with
everything
that
is
within
me
,
and
everything
inside
my
mind
,
with
everywhere
I
’
ve
been
and
my
dreams
and
my
.
.
.
"
he
breaks
off
,
panting
for
breath
.
"
What
are
you
doing
?
That
feels
amazing
.
So
amazing
.
.
.
"
and
he
looks
down
at
his
hips
,
at
the
place
where
the
two
of
them
conjoin
,
but
her
forefinger
touches
his
chin
and
pushes
his
head
back
,
so
he
is
looking
only
at
her
face
and
at
the
ceiling
once
again
.
"
Keep
talking
,
honey
,
"
she
says
.
"
Don
’
t
stop
.
Doesn
’
t
it
feel
good
?
"
"
It
feels
better
than
anything
has
ever
felt
,
"
he
tells
her
,
meaning
it
as
he
says
it
.
"
Your
eyes
are
stars
,
burning
in
the
,
shit
,
the
firmament
,
and
your
lips
are
gentle
waves
that
lick
the
sand
,
and
I
worship
them
,
"
and
now
he
’
s
thrusting
deeper
and
deeper
inside
her
:
he
feels
electric
,
as
if
his
whole
lower
body
has
become
sexually
charged
:
priapic
,
engorged
,
blissful
.
"
Bring
me
your
gift
,
"
he
mutters
,
no
longer
knowing
what
he
is
saying
,
"
your
one
true
gift
,
and
make
me
always
this
.
.
.
always
so
.
.
.
I
pray
.
.
.
I
.
.
.
"
And
then
the
pleasure
crests
into
orgasm
,
blasting
his
mind
into
void
,
his
head
and
self
and
entire
being
a
perfect
blank
as
he
thrusts
deeper
into
her
and
deeper
still
.
.
.
Eyes
closed
,
spasming
,
he
luxuriates
in
the
moment
;
and
then
he
feels
a
lurch
,
and
it
seems
to
him
that
he
is
hanging
,
head
down
,
although
the
pleasure
continues
.
He
opens
his
eyes
.
He
thinks
,
grasping
for
thought
and
reason
again
,
of
birth
,
and
wonders
,
without
fear
,
in
a
moment
of
perfect
postcoital
clarity
,
whether
what
he
sees
is
some
kind
of
illusion
.
