The creative spark. The whole jewel. Sitting naked in a room.
Sparks flying. Eddies churning. Musical notes emitting from my eyes.
Treble clefs and orchestras of chaos. Words and syllables gushing forth from my nostrils. Tendrils of poems and threads of novels.
Arcs of paint jutting from my mouth in rainbow colors, spewing frothy concoctions and eclectic connotations of artistry, bridgework of veins and arteries from the brain to the heart to the soul.
Finally, my gorging cock bursts forth. Cum lands in copious splendor on my stomach and chest. Lifting globs from fingers to mouth, tasting, relishing, mmm, cinnamon...
Drew Martyn over 3 years ago
Cinnamon? Ok then, cinnamon it is :)
This is excellent, with some superb turn phrasing, two of which almost made me want to copy what's gone on here, they were that good
"orchestras of chaos" and "bridgework of veins and arteries from the brain to the heart to the soul" - absolutely stunning.
Another great drabble!