La petite mort

Fingers rolling down her cheeks flowing smoother than a mid summer stream rushing through her mounds of flesh her body is like walking through an uncharted forest excitingly beautiful but dangerous for one wrong move can be disastrous feeling my way through her jungle I reach a clearing the sky’s open up and I take in her cool breeze destination reached i dive into her refreshing waters as her legs wrap around my face paradise has found me la petite mort.