Orgasmic Oblivion

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It is in a some sort of emotional trait I wrote this

Orgasmic Oblivion

I’s diving in the ocean

With all paraphernalia

Watching the beauty

 

Ah… gorgeous sea

 

Big and small fish

Looked with envy

That I, a guy of air,

Invading their

World of water

 

Sea beings surrounded

Demanded

What I was doing there?

 

‘We don’t go

To your world

There we feel

A fish out of water’

 

‘Beauties, don’t get angry

It’d spoil your charm’

Said I lightly

 

‘See, what I have

Air brought from there

You can go there

Taking water with you’

 

Our cozy babbling

Interrupted in a vortex

 

Something floated to me

In a regal grace

With many, many arms and

Two fatty legs

 

Others left us alone

 

What a beauty

What grace

Just like a Ballerina, scintillating

I gazed,

In amaze

 

Arms slowly

Slowly and slowly

Touched me

Sending jitters

Albeit cold blue brine

 

One leg came round

Shoulders

Other went round

The waist

In a slow embrace

 

I felt easing between

Two big thighs

To ultimate lust

Feeling undressed

As

The mask, the Oxygen tank 

Ripping away

 

Thighs tightening

Then loosening and;

And tightening again

Same as

My body muscles

 

In wilderness

I found the divine opening

Sucked it

It sucked me back!

 

Everything exploded

In the

Orgasmic oblivion

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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