None
one
finger
two
fingers
three
fingers
four
and his hand slowly glides in
in soft rhythming strokes
opening her soul, a universe
his thumb
strokes
her bypass
thus accelerating her heart
from zero to sixty
her lips pucker and disperse
when he shifts his wrist
deep inside of her
she is a beautiful place
a magical place
a princess flushing blush
she is the core of her thrown
she writhes and convulses
her orgasm pulses
and pulses
and pulses
an impromptu dance
her orifice a ballroom
of roses and musk
flirting with his fist
kissing his fist
fucking his fist
and together she bonds them
as one not two
drenching those sheets
in spools of lustfilled tears raging through
four
fingers
three
fingers
two
fingers
one
none
DIVA of DARKNESS 
ballroom of roses and musk — beautiful
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February 1, 2013 at 1:20 pm
Thank you, Theo for that wonderful comment!
Devlin
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February 1, 2013 at 10:24 pm