The Last Time...

Tonight before we engage in this sweet sin I just want you to know that tonight I plan to feast a feast like none other. Every bit of thirst will be quenched and for an eternity I may be finished with ever having to eat another single meal because nothing will come close to being as fulfilling. You were missed and therefore you deserved the type of attention that spoke a volume so loud that it would only def your ears there after. As promise through sext messages "I will eat you until the sunrise" and a promise is something that I pride myself on keeping especially in regards to pleasing you. You, You woman were truly a work of pure genius. The Mona Lisa, Sistine Chapel and Starry Night would all have to be thrown out and deemed as poor contrived pieces if you were ever to walk in any room with any of these paintings being showcased. The greats such as Picasso and Van Gogh now roll in their graves wishing they could have lasted a few more centuries longer in order to meet their greatest portrait. But now I have the chance to use my tongue as my handy paintbrush in order to paint a piece across your walls things that men and women did not even know could be developed. Tonight, I plan to construct a hieroglyphic masterpiece across your walls that would make the writings along the sphinx now seem like chicken scratch and then destroyed in order to create a new monument that would then resemble you. But why did you deserve this? Why did you deserve such treatment? It might have been somewhere between the stars aligning and me gazing in your eyes which then just made me realize what I truly had in my arms. With your sweet ambrosia that spilled from between your thighs I hope to become even more powerful than the great Zeus himself. With you by my side we would then rule Mt. Olympus and every night we made love the earth would then blossom and be created once more.

As I inhaled one last time like a scuba diver about to fall backwards into the deepest bluest ocean I then realized I would rather drown in your love a thousand times before even seeking a source of oxygen. Now, the night began! I feverishly fevered for you and knew there was going to be something memorable about this moment. I cared less about my feelings on this very night, I cared less about whether you wanted to please me and show out, I cared less about whatever I was thinking and put a focus on you that even the DC sniper himself could not posess. I have kissed your lips once before but needed to kiss the other pair because they were even sweeter than the ones that spoke my very name. I dove in head first and then the fireworks began all over again. The sparks flew the smoke arose and her body went into seizures and convulsions that would in most cases need medical attention but on this very night I planned to make this woman see that white light, re-incarnate to only come back as herself to only then see the very same white light once more. Heaven was between her thighs and I had nearly died just to experience such bliss. Secrets to life could be revealed in her curves and earthquakes and natural disasters would only seem like partly cloudy skies and a slight drizzle after tonight. Olympic Gold would be obtained after I was finish devouring her, gymnast, figure skaters and any other acrobatic act would be left in awe if they only seen the way my tongue performed under such pressure and she this fine specimen, she would be on a high so unbelievable that dope boys, crack heads, fiends and even the great Phelps could never fathom. She deserved every single bit of it and even more.

As the sun begin to rise I felt overjoyed and somewhere between the first lick and the ten thousandth one I lost count. But, I enjoyed losing count, just so I can please her over and over and over again. I dedicated this night to her and as the sunrise would set it(the sunrise)knew that there was something even more beautiful than the horizon that was up this morning. She would finally push me away and roll up under the covers and forget that she even fell asleep that day !that was once night). And I, I would then be satisfied knowing that she had a night that would go down in the history books and almanacs across the world. A moment more profound than the signing of the constitution, the emancipation proclomation and womans suffrage all put together. So the question is...Why was I so passionate? Why was I so selfless?

Well, it is only because I treated every moment like the last time...and this time...it was...