I’m lost in visions of familiar same sex battles. Rattles of beds, and the giving of great head. Fulfillment to its utmost possibilities. Legs wrapped around my head, my neck, chained and locked down as her personal prisoner of pleasure. Sweat, and sighs, and sweet sex. Explosive orgasms like fruit juices gushing out of its flesh. Refreshing. Reflecting. A reflection of a perfect love scene…or the best porn ever. As clever as I am with words…so is my tongue.