I wish you could feel the love of my tongue, Brother. I would flick my tongue on that hole, first gently and lightly while I breathe hot air on it. Then I form a circle over it with my lips and create a vacuum while I stab at it with my pointed tongue tip. Now you’ll want me inside so badly you sit down on my face, and that’s when I stick my whole tongue in there as you squirm with pleasure while I steer you like a hand puppet. Now you’re prepared for something much bigger and harder, but we’re in no hurry, are we.


Path to God
Made me such an old sweet bugger.

I was starving until one night
My love tricked God Himself
To fall into my bowl.


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