pour one out for our ghosts

There's gonna come a day when you'll feel better
You'll rise up free and easy on that day

She curls her fingers around your ass and you tighten your hold on her hair reflexively, barely biting back another needy moan. The desire to buck your hips and press her down is excruciating, but you keep your head- for now.

"Mmm. Right." Focus on the room and you can win this war against your libido. "Well, there's more evidence'a artistic genius in th'corner, an' you'll find clothes everywhere except th- hnnnnngfuck."

Yeah, nothing to interrupt your train of thought like a hand stroking expertly against the base of your cock. "Tease," you groan, clearly not protesting. "Yet awful distractin', ya know that?"

And float from branch to branch, lighter than the air
Just when that day is coming, who can say?

zephyr