I gaze them, hypnotized as lips join rivers flow towards my sea hips press sweetly slices of warm bread as nippled peaks mesh together Low moans rise to crescendos a sexual symphony of audio love soft hands caressing curves I am the fuel feeding their fire Slowly they approach me milky tones of silken skin covering me in pleasure domes of sweet scented femininity They paint my face in peach sauce the warm honey of a thousand schoolboy dreams my tongue becomes a prier of their intense desires My cannon now at full tilt as the Alpha in me awakens my lava flows from tight balls into the pulsating palace of my needy loins before my volcano erupts and spills white pearl beads across the sweet lands of their precious, wanton, valleys