King Alpha God of Cherry Tap's blog: "Memoirs Of Death"

From where I lie, nestled between your tender thighs I see stretching out before me the spectacular landscape of your beautiful body. My nose is surrounded by the untrimmed bush that sprouts upon a bony ridge. Unseen, my tongue has found the fountain of your womanhood and your earthy taste is sweet within my mouth. My eyes travel across the flat plain of your soft stomach, lingering at that shallow crater where a small gold ring decorates the rim most distant from me. It is a rolling meadow to the lush foothills of your breasts. Small firm mountains, a matched set, twin peaks each topped with its own perky nipple sitting alert as though calling out for attention. Beyond the mountains your chest and neck display the warm reddish flush that signals your arousal, like flowers announcing the coming of spring. My eyes travel over your chin, finding full lips that reveal nothing of your intense inner pleasure, save a small upturning of each corner. Your eyes are tightly closed as you look deep within. Golden hair provides a wispy frame for your lovely face as you are swept up in the avalanche of your arousal. Your face reveals no recognition of my presence, for you are swallowed up in the ecstacy of your sexual pleasures. As I now concentrate on my pleasure in giving to you, I close my eyes, for I have captured the landscape of your body. Your indelible image is imprinted on my mind and in fantasy, I will swallow you up. My mouth will consume you, taking you in and you becoming a part of me and I of you until the plains heave up, the mountains shake, and the bodyscape before me erupts with the fury buried within the deepest strata of your passionate soul.

Cradled between your tender thighs I lift you to my mouth. The abundance of your wetness greets me and my mouth overflows with your warm essence. Your sweet taste is on my tongue and your fragrance delights my senses. No gentle lick this visit. No bashful cautious approach For I wish to consume you. Push against my hungry mouth As the tip of my tongue slides up the slippery furrow that welcomes me between rows of delicate pink petals. Thrust against my generous tongue. Show me the power of your desire for my oral caress. My exploring tongue lifts the hood and finds your smooth firm pearl. You squeal in that unique way, signaling that I have found your special spot. I harden in response. My jaws protests what my open mouth provides but I am unrelenting in my gift, intent only on your fulfillment. I feel your body tense, and you are quiet now... Concentrating... bearing down. Soon now my love, ecstasy approaches. You push hard and fast against my tongue, shameless in using me and I so willingly comply until you cry out... and in your satisfaction, I will find mine, But mine will be the greater.

God is the blood of life. I sleep in blood without security I am hungry and desire no one at all. Death is hell and i do not desire love. If love is to be desired than is it a desire that I wish to be loved. If not than when might I ask do I wish to desire love. What does the future hold and is there even real love. I cannot speak nor do I dare to express daily how I sincerely feel. For those that take of my words are those that have some need. Though there is no importance in my words. I will not desire anything that will expire and allow me to feel afire. I cannot trespass on that which not meant laid. My hands stained by love in the past.I have meaning but there is none, is there purpose. For what purpose do I have to breath.... I cannot wash the blood of the past from hands. Dare I not forget the lessons of yesterday. To seek the knowledge of tomorrow. Lest my mind be filled with sorrow. I cannot bear the pain or sorrow of my heart. There is no real love for me. Life is a play for which are no intermissions.