Prof Fox 🦊✨🖤

[image] our lovemaking becomes the seasons a taste for cream pie unlocking hips once tethered we move fluidly under the darkness seeking lofty rawness in climactic rhythms that push a little farther our tied souls reborn in the song that follows the lips teasing pleasure becomes a flame

[text] an illicit date lying replete on this night-tendered beach lost in our sensual saltation the grains against our skin shimmering in the lunar pale waves built where kisses explore a warm caramel crest crashing against a taut yogic resistance as downward the dog entwined flows

[text] in turn the sky calls us home when in each other’s arm we fall into such perfected oblivion ever climbing through reflected radiance rivulets of pure flickering beckon us bravely forward stretched to the breaking point only to take more with a guttural groan #Amatory #FoxProse

[image] never gone nor forgotten these patterns in view paint and arms open show restraint as you lean against my chest a simple request to sink into sin the burning lines of my crescendo were always deeply personal a cunning composition while your blushing skin welcomes my redemption

[video] dropped into weightless bliss seeking our yearnings with a twist where connection comes with tenacity my tongue maps your softest slopes a reflection of the parts I deeply desire in measures without signature seeking redemptions we never tire of these flames

[video] I dreamt of a space where seasons change though sorrow saddens through joyful pains gravity comes to ask me once and maybe twice I’ll answer feelings and emotions garden my heart inseparable kneelings we pray shall depart #Amatory #FoxProse #OurPoetryX #UnchainedSymphonies

[text] our dewy morning observed from afar seen as graceful curves plotted perfectly precise stretching to tease me decadent and delicious riding inflections pointed we twist deeper into safety to hasten the culmination of our wicked imaginations

[text] your tenderly guided rhythms melt my icicles for armor naked before the storm the hearth becomes our altar melodies flow like soft sighs salvation along soft thighs healing our bruised edges as the witching hour rides #Amatory @Amatoryq #FoxProse @FoxProse #kaytpoemprompts