VIII-XII

The day that ALF is born (the cat eater)… 224th day of the year (225 in a
leap)

… Cleopatra commits suicide with the help of a bug… First breath of his Wonder Woman…  Night of the murdered poets… Night of the best, most orgasmic, tantalizing, and fucking fantastic sexual experience of her life… night of the fucked poet… the irony….

He has dedicated this day to her… in her world he has somehow dedicated a small portion of each day to her… today, however, was HER day… the day that the Earth was blessed with her presence so that fate could bless him with her so that he can dedicate a small portion of each day to her… he could have been anywhere in the world… but he chose to be there with her… on HER day…

She is a free, wild, fiery sensation of a woman… today belonged to her and warranted no inhibitions… Her spirit was released into the open… unleashed… 24 hours to eat as many red vines and Twix ice cream that her palate desired … glasses of flavorful fluids flowing as she inebriates her world and everyone that is in it, on HER day… her purple eyes clouded by the purple cloud that swathes her like a shield from the bullshit… 24 hours to dance like she’s beautiful and fuck like she was ugly….

A sight to behold… the concoction of life that these two create… on HER day… he is under no circumstances contained… his aura bouncing around the world in Cheap Mondays and snapbacks… a hint of superfluous mischievousness as he they lock eyes and start her day…

Every space they move in is overpowered by these two whimsical creatures… so they will be still, or as still as this duo could be… each feeding off the others energy as the flavorful fluids flow and her purple eyes lock into his with the inebriation from that special purple cloud that has painted the foundation for HER day… easy conversation, light flirting, too much laughter and the touches of new lovers… they are still… a feat for this pair… more touches… heavier flirting….

The stars kiss the sky as her tongue tastes his skittles and the Belvedere that danced with his spearmint Orbit… She has wanted to taste that tongue since she begin her day, waking with drifting images of the powers of that delicious tongue… He is devoured… he doesn’t resist for he knows, and loves, this aggressive, animalistic greedy sector of her soul…

HER day has now transitioned into HER night…He bites his tongue as he refuses to give his comrade the satisfaction of knowing that she is his Kryptonite and he is slowly weakened with each passionate suckle of his bottom lip… his heart longing for more as she works her way down with soft nipples, long licks and  tiny suckles of passion that leave a trail to his dick… it has been declared HER day… yet, nothing appeases her more than pleasing him… she is not fooled by that Poker face he barely maintains and knows that he loves the way she slowly teases the tip of his dick with her tongue… she is clever and is more than aware of the slight tingle that runs through to his toes as she uses every muscle in her jaw to delight every sense in his dick… he will go mad if she continues… so much energy, the two creating the sparks of a Shuriken against Iron Man… “FUCK ME” she screams in a raspy whisper… it is HER day… he decided….

Face down ass up… ass down face up…. It is HER day and he refuses to make her work, too much…. She asked to be fucked… she wants to be fucked… it is HER day… she DESERVES to be fucked… He has mated with her soul and would give her anything she asked for, especially on HER day… he holds her head down as he rams his dick so deep in her that her screams betray her and flavor the night with “My fucking goodness” “Damn daddie” “I love you… I love that dick!”… she wanted to be fucked…. He will forever grant her every wish… he flips her over with the love of an aficionado and her shouts on momentarily subdued… as she stares…

She is in a frenzy at the of the sight of the man that was conquering every sensation in her pussy… subconsciously her nails dig into his wings for he must be an angel sent to her in honor of HER day… biting on masterpieces as she attempts to muffle the obscenity of a sailor… what a potion these two brew … their bodies vibing as if they possessed the same heartbeat, uniform thought patterns, an  equivalent hunger that had her tearing at his skin like a starved vampire as he thrust every inch of his dick in her pussy as if the two would never be fortunate to meet again…

Love is conceived, declared and agreed upon through bites, scratches, backshots, shrill screams, lustful whispers, songs of a pussy that is so wet it has no choice but sing… He has came and conquered… she has came and came and came…. HER day…. The day ALF, the cat eater, was born… The day her purple eyes complimented her purple cloud as he beat her pussy up… until she cried “That’s enough!”

~Viola Monroe