Climax at Wanton Plaza (Lapdance Suite)

Climax at Wanton Plaza has been published in All of Me Vol. II, courtesy of Shadow Spark Publishing. Featured art is by Virut.

Listen to Climax at Wanton Plaza by Richard Charles Stevens (Lapdance Suite)

Listen to Lapdance by N.E.R.D.

Shadows were merely a façade
A gown to be discarded as reminder of the charm within each scar
.
Impressed upon sweet flesh that rests upon the bones no sticks or stones could ever break in wake of full exposure
Disclosed with cool composure are the flowers grown from light and air
Declared with an ethereal composure
.
Clothing immaterial
Fit not the fresh criteria
Inferior these garments pardoned
Fallen angels hearkening
The light within each darkening
Burns bright to singe the shadows dimly harboured
.
Slipping
Sliding
Gripping
Tight
This whipcord of uncorked delight
Teasing forth the nectar swelled inside
Contorting
Morphing
Each endorphin scorching in the frame of flamed desire
.
Seeking out explicit clues
Of parlour drenched in vivid hues
Chamber famed of reds bled through
To quench upon siliceous ooze
The stench of sex doth filter through the misted breaths suggestive as they skew
.
Each muscle flexed through deft contraction
Actioning expressive traction
Lessening the putrefaction
Rendering no feudal fashion
Waxen like the creamy sap of trees in rapture absolute
Hinted at forbidden fruits
The kind that mortal man refutes
.
Slipping
Sliding
Gripping
Tight
This whipcord of uncorked delight
Teasing forth the nectar swelled inside
Contorting
Morphing
Each endorphin scorching in the frame of flamed desire
.
Studious beholders of the beauty on exhibit
Silent splendour lent address surrendered of its mute confession
Thrashing midst the passion this elicits
Nectar in the process of engendered liquefaction
Rendering the appetite to whet the height of satisfaction
Tender in exact embrace
Vendor of the tactile taste of wept tears smeared to lubricate the klaxon up against the grate
Thrumming in wild-eyed anticipation
Coming deep inside the tidal basin
.
Slip
Slip
Slipping
Sliding
Gripping
Tight
This whipcord of uncorked delight
Teasing forth the nectar swelled inside
Contorting
Morphing
Each endorphin scorching in the frame of flamed desire
.
Safe within this haven as the Ravens eye confides of expectation grand to fertilize these galvanized wastelands betwixt the thighs
.
Portrait of exhilarated fire in seek of heat
Waltzing through the shadows to the light of sweet release
.

Richard Charles Stevens

Keeper of The Crimson Quill

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