Surplus

At the momentary existences of my will
Your body, mind, and being experiences whatever I desire
As you flood our proximity
Within such intense excessive frequency; with excessive intensity
Over these hours
Beyond your convulsions
Beyond your multiple simultaneous orgasms
We're just going for a bit of jog
I kick it up a notch, a beautiful run
Your body collapses
Turning to liquid; itself
~ No worries
Gods catch angels on their way down
Yet more bliss forcefully pumped through your wings
You're Flying
You're Soaring
Higher than one could ever conceivably imagine
There are no gimmicks here
Not a single one; this is just a taste of my limited influence
This is what heaven speaks of
Yearning for life as you are experiencing
Face down, unable to control your spasms
As you moan, scream, and desperately attempt to clench onto your reality
A smirk
A crack of the neck
I spread my wings
A full sprint, preparing for flight
Reality shatters like glass
[-Faint-]
Body still convulsing
I'll hold you lovingly; soon you'll come back into consciousness
You're going to want touch when you come back to
Cumming without physical contact is torture
Especially first thing when you wake up in the morning [again]