AN: The Walking Dead is not owned by me, in any form or fashion. Would be nice tho...
What better way to get over any writer's block and escape from real life than through writing without any purpose, besides my love for Richonne? That's the purpose of this series.
Genesis
Tears rolled down her cheeks
She couldn't help it
just like she couldn't control her hands clenching the sheets
as he devoured into her sweets
Her body vibrated as his moans echoed in between her thighs
She felt her bud twist, nip and be pulled while inside his mouth
She couldn't count the many times her body erupted
He decided fuck it
He was gonna make this woman scream
Squeal in delight as he thrust into her through the night
She was his light, but he couldn't fight
the desire to rewire her soul and get in control
of every orgasm that she could imagine.
He pulled her dreads as he reached in deeper
knowing that everyday he needed to keep her
near
He let out every true fear he had, every despair
into her as she cried out
She didn't know how she lived without
the man who was much more than a friend
Her life went into rewind and began
when his eyes bored into her through the fence.
Worlds collide and they couldn't deny
that their attraction was always something that they shied
that it was much more than just attraction
She was his omega and he was her alpha
His slick dick was drenched in her
he felt at home every time she purred
she reached nirvana as his body continued its crashes
Dehydrating all of her fluids for multiple splashes
The bed was drenched
Father Gabriel would need penance
if he witnessed the Genesis
of Rick and Michonne's first time