The Isis Pool Narrated - Årabrot

I dream of the Isis pool, a moonlight tryst

I let love into the inner sanctum of mind and action

In damp cavities I participate in the varieties of the flesh

I lick and expose, tongue and reveal

There, you lay bare before tigers

Coquette — suscebtible to their yearning

Their mad hunger, their crazed cravings

They lap the Satyr’s milk from voluptuous breasts

They pass their tongues over the pubic tabular

And with considerable finesse taste the beautiful flavors of the glans

Soon I experience the exposure of true libido

On all fours she’s gently revealing her parts

Displaying moist orifices for a touch of hungry caress

A mouthful of lustful appetite

The inclination is vaporous

A female drizzle of perspiration between open spread legs

Femme moans from alluring mouths

The effete groan to sticky folds

Affected, over-refined, sensuous

Moving, elegant, sumptuous

La-di-da, la-di-da

The inexplicable belle softly stroking the protruded flesh

Occasionally embracing it with sultry painted lips

Conforming to the movement of the cunts jerking convulsions

Shes taking part of the Isis pool climax

Drinking freely of the tryst’s glorious ejaculation

Its like a fountain jet for ancient goddesses

And the abundance of sensual desires only makes the thirst stronger

The heat thrive, the hunger grow