61 Frames Per Second by John Constantine Today in Hooksexup's videogame blog: Street Fighter. The movie. A new one. With that chick from that Superman show. Don't act like you don't know what I'm talking about!
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Her first orgasm seemed a miracle
to her and to the one bent at her crotch
but soon unveiled itself as obstacle
or hurdle: a force, of sorts, to circle and watch.
Like a wary climber, the lover
the licker, lapper, sucker, fister
crept to the spot, content to hover
before the big venture, then moved, then moved faster,
much to the lover's the licked, lapped,
sucked, fisted pleasure, until the crossing
announced itself in vowels wrapped
soundly around her tongue.
This overture, like any blessing
or blazon, has raised the temperature of her expectations
somewhere beyond reason and miracle's manifestations.
