By gooze on Skatehive
The owner of all thoughts, both beautiful and obscene, With a warm smile and stretch marks on her tits, She glares sideways at the silhouette of her body While covering with her hand a fountain of urges. The queen of all thoughts, both sweet and bitter, With stars running through her veins, escaping to a Beacon And the light that evokes warm feelings Is envious of your being, which warms without needing. From her eyes, auroras are born toward the dawn, Making light out of cold calm, without sorrow in the soul With skin as soft as a morning cloud When the dew that bathes her emerges from them out. Dew like a sweat so sweet it cloys, And from her skin, which emanates such a beautiful smell To hear the sound of her moaning Is the freest sensation one can ever heard. I drew this yesterday, but given the December season, the chores at home have tripled. However, I’m here to show you that I also possess a bit of the gift of writing. It’s something I practice more in the stories I tell than i