“let’s make the moon blush” (18+)

Fuck that. Let’s make the sun blush.

The moon, she sees all the late night horrors and adventures but the sun? He sees everything else.

The dastardly deeds done in the daytime.

Quickies in the office with the secretary, your wedding ring biting into your palm as you pound her into your desk. Dapping up the dealer, people copping their daily fix as the sun beams down on them, always watching.

Let’s make the sun blush, baby.

Let’s make love so sappy sweet so wicked wild so sloppy slow that the sun blushes and sets everything in the universe aflame.

Let’s tangle together until we forget to remember that we are not the same person, not one entity, not one being.

Let’s collide, let stardust release into the air around us, let planets explode in the distance, let stars burst into supernovas and turn into black holes.

Let it all end.

Let you and I come together cum together over and over again in an explosion of lust and passion and frenzied need.

Let the storms rage, let the skies cry, let the world flood, let time pass us by.

Let the world end completely,

I do not care.

As long as you

Let me taste you.

Let me taste you when the sun is high in the sky, when the moon and the stars shine too bright.

Let me taste you when the world is at war, when they scream in the streets for peace, as you writhe around in my bed, begging for release.

Let me taste you, devour you until I am full and then let me (make you cum) come back for seconds and thirds and sixths and eighths.

Let me eat you alive.

Let me eat you until it feels so good your heart gives out and you die, and then let me bring you back to life.

Let me make you see white, fireworks exploding behind your eyes, head thrown back, body arched to the sky.

Let me make you (cum)—

No.

Let me throw you to the edge and drag you back by your throat.

Let me dangle you over the abyss for eternity...

and then let me drop you into it with your only anchor being my hand in yours.

Let me, let me, let me...make you the star of all my wildest dreams.

Let me bend you backwards, eat you sideways, make your mind break.

Let me ease your sorrows, erase your troubles, make your world change.

Let me show you colors that don’t have names, flickering behind your closed eyelids.

Let me play you like an instrument: kiss you here, bite you there; flick my tongue here, grab you to bruise there.

Let me learn the way that every inch of you tastes, hold you down and take my fill.

Let me commit you to my terrible memory and have to start all over again because you called me Daddy and I lost the mental picture I was painting with my tongue.

Let me sink my teeth into you as I plunge my fingers into you, soaking my bedsheets and staining my mind forever.

Let me mark you, bite you suck you leave you purple blue angry red claimed in the way my base instincts scream for.

Let me make you scream because it’s so much it’s almost too much but it’s almost—there, your mind is blank, my face is soaked, satisfaction.

Let me make you cry, tears streaming body heaving, sobbing because it’s too much but you want to be good for me have to be good for me always so good for me.

Let me wake you in the best way I know how: head with a side of breakfast in bed.

Fuck making the moon blush, nothing we do should be new to her.

But the sun? Let us love make love fuck live exist in such a state of contentment that he blushes from envy, from anger, from a paralyzing rage that should be inaccessible to such a powerful being.

Let us anger the sun, my love.

You and I.