His fingers working My tired shoulders,
His delicate breath,
Like lilacs in my ear,
His sweet words like honey,
His pointy beard tickling the nape of my neck,
As his slender fingers move toward eager nipples,
His red hands butter soft and knowing,
Rubbing my belly like a it were a Siamese Cat,
Now a devilish finger in the rectum,
While reaching around to the cock'n'balls,
Forsake your Lord Jehovah, he purrs...
(Pt. II Tomorrow)
