Where My spit begins, thoughts cease to exist. The delicious haze of mindlessness envelopes you, softening all that you are and all that you have ever been. Your skull becomes an echo chamber for everything Goddess Raven: My voice, My spit, My astonishingly beautiful face. Your kryptonite. Unraveling you with every slow, sensuous lick of My lips, the spit bubbles dancing on My tongue further ignite your gooning frenzy. You eagerly await with mouth open wide to catch those long, teasing ropes of spit sliding off Goddess’ tongue. There is nowhere you’d rather be than here, feasting upon My Divine Spit.
