The Fall

1 Tumultuously stroking your walls without a pause.

Giving every stroke my all.

Your heart was once cold, but I will slowly make it unthaw.

2 Fall into the lions paw.

Kissing you while fiercely gripping your jaw.

Strategically making love to your mind, body, and soul,—forcefully ripping off your bra, and ripping off your panties.

You will want more and more, because if you don’t get a constant dose of this, you will experience withdraws.

3 Fall!

I swivel my tongue around your aereolas—gently biting your nipples.

I gradually make my head below your waist — swirling my tongue clockwise on your joybuzzer causing a geyser while your legs are simultaneously shivering.

I make my journey back up to your chest. Your heart is pounding. I like the tune it is riddling.

I passionately thrust my piston in your pink engine with both, with a motion that is similar to the bow of violinist—passionately fiddling, and angling, leaving you to gently cry, but these cries are a pleasurable type of whimpering.

4 Fall!

The ground below is far from crippling.

It is a tingling sensation that brings joy: embrace the tickling.

It will bring eternal happiness and giggling.

Lend me your ears; obey the seductive words I am whispering.

5 I made you fall.

Your heart eloped.

Pulling your hair while grabbing your neck with a gentle choke.

From doggy I stroke your kitty box with vivacious pokes until you climax, leaving your kitty box vivaciously pulsating like a frogs throat.

6 I will make you fall.

Give into temptation.

Crushes always lead to admiration.

Admiration will lead to obsession, and you will not be able to shake the constant state of fascination.

When I am not around, you will probably be masturbating, as you fantasize about the intense orgasmic sensation.

7 I will fall, but it will not be because of the autumn or the leaves.

Instead, it will be my love that is littering.

As I fall to my knees, and place a stone your left hand, that will have your finger brilliantly glittering.