’Please’ says he, as if his foretellings’ve not got me knocked to the floor all over again and ey question for the ages’s how’s a man to keep hisself upright with knees gone weak as water?
‘Please’ says he, with words turning these nerves alight and sending stars shot through my eyes.
‘Hours’ he says, and don’t I take that for truth beyond doubting, and isn’t it my breath cut from my lungs as laughter, aye call it blissed anticipation?
How many moans how many cries is it you’d guess an hour holds Talik, and then how many shivered up through hours pluralized and gloried?
Happen you’ll find it out yourself. Numbers beyond counting, that’s my guess. Melted as I am before I’ve ever felt your touch
Ah, Talik.
‘Please’ll be a word you hear yourself from Vevay, gone delirious in your hand and on your tongue. And in your hands, aye, and there’s no others I’d take for my keeping, nor those strokes and those caresses reaching to my sensitivities
‘Please’ I’ll be begging you, unquenchable and burning, aye, your Vevay’s resilient and who’m I to shirk off pleasure spelt and spent across the hours?
Who’m I to deny my Talik when he asks so beautifully this ‘please’?
Who’d I be to deny my Talik anything at all, and here his heart runs blood’s racing beat to beat with mine
Aye, Talik, I want those hours and all you have to bring me.
Caveat’s I’ll need those same hours for worship of yourself. Hours for taking you to taste and touch, to my lips til we’ve begun to tease out what sets my Talik frantic and what turns him melting, hisself. All those touches you’ve lacked and those enjoyments unexplored we’ll make up for countless times over, hey?
Caveat’s as well [ … ] I’ll hear naught about leaving my Talik to seek his own relief. Eh, not meaning masturbation, that’s up to every man’s discretion and wish, and then if getting off yourself in bed’s a pleasure to you that’s another story, but then I don’t think that’s what you’re meaning but when it’s you and I together, your Vevay’s not about to let his Talik take on all the work, nor to leave you from my care and ministrations.
D’you think I’d deprive myself the pleasure of my own worshipping of you, or of being the touch brings you to crescendo and peak?
There’ll be no time you’re left fending for yourself. …Save if you knock your Vevay straight out of functionality with that tongue. c; Well and even there, I’d bring myself back into consciousness for sake of bringing you to light.
[ … ]
It’s well fucked, what you’ve been denied and never given. [ … ] I allow it might be that’s discussion for another day as well, but it bears speaking over and again.
Eh. Speaking, and then soon as I can, showing and seeking after all that burns my Talik.
See, the trick is from here on out, you yourself’ll be well fucked and better than well fucked, speaking to the pleasure in its meaning. Speaking also to sex that’s grown from fun and intimacy both, and always.
Speaking to a life of love and learning one another. There’s much for finding, ey Talik? And here’s me, I’ll be honoured just to touch you. Honoured deeper still to bring you every brush of moaning shivers, of stars and shattering cataclysm in my means. 🧡🧡
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‘Please’ says he, with words turning these nerves alight and sending stars shot through my eyes.
‘Hours’ he says, and don’t I take that for truth beyond doubting, and isn’t it my breath cut from my lungs as laughter, aye call it blissed anticipation?
How many moans how many cries is it you’d guess an hour holds Talik, and then how many shivered up through hours pluralized and gloried?
Happen you’ll find it out yourself. Numbers beyond counting, that’s my guess. Melted as I am before I’ve ever felt your touch
Ah, Talik.
‘Please’ll be a word you hear yourself from Vevay, gone delirious in your hand and on your tongue. And in your hands, aye, and there’s no others I’d take for my keeping, nor those strokes and those caresses reaching to my sensitivities
‘Please’ I’ll be begging you, unquenchable and burning, aye, your Vevay’s resilient and who’m I to shirk off pleasure spelt and spent across the hours?
Who’m I to deny my Talik when he asks so beautifully this ‘please’?
Who’d I be to deny my Talik anything at all, and here his heart runs blood’s racing beat to beat with mine
Aye, Talik, I want those hours and all you have to bring me.
Caveat’s I’ll need those same hours for worship of yourself. Hours for taking you to taste and touch, to my lips til we’ve begun to tease out what sets my Talik frantic and what turns him melting, hisself. All those touches you’ve lacked and those enjoyments unexplored we’ll make up for countless times over, hey?
Caveat’s as well [ … ] I’ll hear naught about leaving my Talik to seek his own relief. Eh, not meaning masturbation, that’s up to every man’s discretion and wish,
and then if getting off yourself in bed’s a pleasure to you that’s another story, but then I don’t think that’s what you’re meaningbut when it’s you and I together, your Vevay’s not about to let his Talik take on all the work, nor to leave you from my care and ministrations.D’you think I’d deprive myself the pleasure of my own worshipping of you, or of being the touch brings you to crescendo and peak?
There’ll be no time you’re left fending for yourself. …Save if you knock your Vevay straight out of functionality with that tongue. c; Well and even there, I’d bring myself back into consciousness for sake of bringing you to light.
[ … ]
It’s well fucked, what you’ve been denied and never given. [ … ] I allow it might be that’s discussion for another day as well, but it bears speaking over and again.
Eh. Speaking, and then soon as I can, showing and seeking after all that burns my Talik.
See, the trick is from here on out, you yourself’ll be well fucked and better than well fucked, speaking to the pleasure in its meaning. Speaking also to sex that’s grown from fun and intimacy both, and always.
Speaking to a life of love and learning one another. There’s much for finding, ey Talik? And here’s me, I’ll be honoured just to touch you. Honoured deeper still to bring you every brush of moaning shivers, of stars and shattering cataclysm in my means. 🧡🧡