In the wet pulsing core of passion lays desire
It's beating heart one of playful lust and deep emotion
I lick my lips around a blow pop
Sugary sweet sour apple *** shot love
I would rather be popping my lips around your mushroom head
Soaking up the melody of your moans
As you tangle one too careful hand into the fall of my hair
Pull. Harder.
It's been awhile
Playing Russian Roulette with ****
I just hope this barrel is cocked and loaded
Your hips move faster
Pumping into my soft hole
"just like that. Oo yeah baby. I love ******* this mouth."
Pushed through clenched teeth
So close, on the edges of suffering
What can I do?
I reach up with my idle hand and tug gently on your straining sac
Your head flew back, blew the top clear off.
Your hands pulling harder.
Filling my throat with warm, salty ropes of ***
I swallow and smile, satisfied with myself
Watching you bask  in your afterglow
My eyes wander over your body, intrigued
Tingles race up my spine
Noticing you will definitely be up for round two
Aching with the knowledge of release
Already slick for you