your lips moved against mine,
growing hotter and wetter
your tongue a velvet lash of tormenting pleasure
bruising my lips with a fine edge of violence
we kissed with power and passion and hunger and love
passionately mating with lips and tongues and tiny bites
our flavors mingling and quickened breaths filling our lungs
Apr 16, 2015
Apr 16, 2015 at 1:31 PM UTC
your lips moved against mine,
growing hotter and wetter
your tongue a velvet lash of tormenting pleasure
bruising my lips with a fine edge of violence
we kissed with power and passion and hunger and love
passionately mating with lips and tongues and tiny bites
our flavors mingling and quickened breaths filling our lungs
