still speaking erotically...
Still speaking words that caress and express my thoughts like hands that roam across your oh-so-addictive body, as spirit, soul and hormonal control become one
Chill…I just begun.
See, romance is a chance to perform a horizontal dance, as our centers unite in wet multicolored dreams…you know what I mean:
Gazing deep within your eyes while fingers frantically fan your thighs… digging for gold at the end of your honeycombed rainbow
Taste smell touch…
all my senses are keen to know your body like it’s never been known before:
in and out, and yes: in again.
Sucking on every inch of skin, marking you on the outside while I reach within, trying to find the center of your being so you can come
clean…but I like it dirty…
I tug and twist and give your nips a nip…molding and sucking and licking and f….
Fill in the rest, while I explore your chest.
My mouth speaks lower and lower, as I head for the heart of your womanity…waiting and wanting to grind itself on me…
I say “tell me what you want me to do…”, just like Tevin, and you lead my head to the place I call heaven…The unmistakable smell of pleasure and want surrounds me,
as I split the pink sea with my tongue….
My face is covered by your waterfall and I want it all…you’re the cat with the cream, have mercy and feed me
I’m locked in place by your thighs, and I never want to leave…
my thirst is unending for the milk and honey you send me….
more and more and more……
As you s-cream….
