UNSACRED HOST



A host -
Oval and stiff
lays the treasures
of pain and pleasure,
for fun in scare
     - but bold to dare.
One scoring point
in mutual agreement to spill and receive.
*
*
A host -
Succulent slides
    gliding...
         - in....out
in repetitive sessions of
hards crests against softs
        - the digest of pleasure
thrusting and bursting,
wild but gentle,
calculated strokes [mastery]
       in measures for pleasure,
as satisfaction be received
when peaks be called climax!
*
*
Reception -
Slippery like grease
           averting friction for easy traction.
Overflowing with rush of pleasure...
    pound by pound
stroke by stroke
       into the milky way
for a gush of satisfaction
in evident actions
as the receptionist welcome blows
in moans.....
receives and digests!
*
*
A host -
A measured meal
worthy of the
communicant's
reception.
Only unsacred for the unqualified.

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© Callistus I. Okonkwor

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