Long sharp fingernails dancing and scraping over
Scrotum stretched tight over tender orbs.
Hard, yearning, bobbing, dripping
Swollen shaft begs its turn.

I lie on my back. Your feet rest next to my shoulders with shins running beyond my head to knees which round into thighs which curve above me like cathedral arches, your Holy of Holies slowly descending to cover my supplicating face.

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