h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

So here I am sky clad and trembling with longing ,
In a field full of poppies ,hoping and blindly groping
For you in these holy stocking a jealousy off silk this
Ilk for you in this garniture of garment adornment
to those pins passing bye the bye spin my head round the sound
Of my breath as I see no pant it pants with desire no ladder as I look

All round so I’ll be bound by those nets all tongue tied in knots
I forgot to swallow in surprise as I wallowed in intoxication from these nets
So lets forget about fetishes far better to get up on my knees un fetter
The ankle bracelet first and foremost then upward slow go best nice and slow
And let my tongue wander up the seam ,to that soft skin before the thigh
Begins and for a while ,become a snake so that my delicate flicks licking
With the tip of it can taste and consider where to go next as I look up from
This soft smooth skin just at the back of the knee ,this sight I see ,wow we

So with hands all delicate but complicit to the tongues command I will
With fingers trace the path to bliss this perfumed garden ,this forest of deeds,
To be explored to be tasted to be savoured a sorta husky like the flavour i crave
For I recall senses long ago abandoned, in my hand I feel your venus mons ,all
Soft and so silky with hips like no rose bush but with lips that hide heaven and
With a touch like a feather I brush them with mine, while my finger linger on a button

To feel for those two flames ,lingering a while I’ll smile look up into your eyes and
My hand will be wandering towards those treasured chests , to caress and to hold ,
To tickle with spittle to nip and to pinch with one finger one thumb then at the right
Moment the flick of my tongue, it’ll nip round the nipple slow slow quick quick slow,
Then

as my finger finger your libido with a labia majora like red lobelias
This truly is the river of love, ,and as my thumb
Glides down to the perineum,

now glistening from the kissing in licking ,
and soon
To be rode and driven all
riven and writhing my eyes look towards

yours to check
And look for your guidance
of what to to next ,

You Could Rob Me

Don't measure my treasure, just take it slow
For it were meant for Rob,
Annit make me sob, a tiny tune, down in my throat
To think of all the leisure pleasure
within your eyes
An I do nab your sweet head, and tease you
first to the submission you claim is your nature,
Then I will slide down such tower as I like
to climb
with my fingertips, not lax but strivin
to introduce some jivin, to enliven, and
spy then, if I might not discover in you as
a lover,
something, some trick, or nook, perhaps pull
down your hood, and tangle amidst your
darker hair, to confound you,
an as you make me sweat with sheen
please fill all my struggle against you,
fill my little muff,
and the tough touch, a staccatto search
do part my tightest closed bud with wicked finger
will make me wild no longer mild
if I do the same to your sweet hole,
foreboding I feel, but sure if you don't like it
you'll cuff me aside, say hold, say nay, what what you
say
Otherwise mastered, I'll master you,
and mist you with tiny nips, your earlobes,
then holding your hair will assault your chest with little lickings
and stray to belly, nip your hips hard and hardly
lingering,
take you down by capturing, a drop or two,
do let them go,
and part your thighs to maximize your sweet trials,
to tug and lick your muscle and strand you there;

yes I am cruel in this way, will fondle and heft your sack,
not stopping so thirsty I am, more drops of
salty cream from your cock, I'll apply little hand
pressure to halt your climb and pleasure,
up to that hilt
and mount you I think, my desire's too
thick, I canna wait, swollen shut inside,
the slit like that, hot, and little clit, little
bit of nothing, but hot wired sire,

O, and maybe play, upon your pole, as if undecided
creaming on your tip, the tippy top. I long to
mop with little red bush, and shine you up

But now with abandon, not harsh, but oh so sweet,
duly thrust, and have you finally to Rob me, squeeze you hard and slow as ever I can go
but rising again, will take my thighs, and rise
only to fill myself with you
nerves all ajangle
an look in yer eyes are open? and surmise
what lies there yet unfulfilled

What lies there unfulfilled I say let him lie let him shiver
Look at me then flee lest I catch thee ,fast by the toes and do
You suppose I’d let you stop there, no fear do unto others as you
Would have done to you so what can wait while I pry and try to
Recover and cover you like a stallion my mare from behind ,but
Not ruthless with moss covered hooves teeth gripping your mane

(i will post rest later ) i lied about ruthless

Then when I have you subdued or more settled and cooing like a dove
I’ll persist in grinning all Cheshire
Like lapping at your sweet honey ,like a glutinous bee,
Unlike a timorous mouse be sure of this
Then when again before you boil over i may or may not be found
resting my head with mouth still hungry for loving on your belly tracing
words of love with tongue
And fingers with eye lids fluttering over firm nipples
I’d take you to plac


Where desires inhibitions are abandoned
with my hand on your flower stalk
Gently teasing n pleasing at leisure

My tongue tracing round your ear inside and out,
Teeth nip nip nibbling your lobe ,do you suppose you would feel my pecs
Pressing against those
succulent
dark rings of delight ,then just to tease
A top of you by trick or treat my feet would ,slide inside your instep and

Open you out ,my mouth to yours as I approach the door to paradise this slice of
Heaven
Then wait a while all the time moving from place to place
About your face And neck wet kisses
Flicks with tongue lips eye lids ,then when you least expect it

My sideburns start to tickle you inside those thighs as my cunning mouth talks and
Walks around and around slurping sipping
getting
Those marvellous Bartholin glands ,wet ,wetter than
Babylon’s rivers

When and only when this G spot spits feathers
I’d come up for air ,
to trace a path with tongue and fingers again

Around your hips ,along the gluteus maximus,
till I find the spot
Where the kundalini resides as once awaken
Avidyamaya Comes calling ,
Then up along this fine spine to your elbows
And up under your chest left one first then the right

Logicus, doncha do this
it'll come back to haunt you,
I will entreat for a treaty,
a
cease
fire

an I do something dire,
spying your ship coming in
take all my strength,
and fire across my prow,
siting you with my little furrowed brows,
I browse and said
Good God Almighty hon,
Love Atilla, is that your name,
must you so softly storm
I cannae breathe deep, only shallow,
ache? You only know the half of it
like
an
oil
well
fire,
illusion of unlimited fuel,
unlimited fool, me.
Mercy mercy mercy