But your gas to my fire Is enough to spark wires And inspire heat
But not the kind That burns down shanties But the kind that excites And slides down *******
The dry and calloused hands of wit sharpened and refined
The keeping of the fire as her arousal, assured playing with her mind
It's not a simple variance each puzzle, a different kind of view getting her excited, and her bra removed
No ******* and no bra I look in wonder, stare in awe At the statuesque beauty in front of me My eyes capture and store what it sees
A tentative touch of skin to skin I may not know the trouble I'm in As thoughts turn to original sin At this point the line is mighty thin
So I cross it with a kiss Roam her body, no spot I miss Friction sparks ignite the flame Man I love to play this game
Flick of my Bic Or of my tongue Either way She will squirm From my licks Or my words Both can cause Passions to burn
Tongue tip Long **** sip Juices flow See the glow Here to dine For a time
Sliding into memories, her scent, her feel, her remedies Breaking bad, breaking me, repair, a simple thought you see Her silken hands and gentle touch, setting me forever, free
Her needs are mine, her smallest thoughts, decree My body hers, my confusion swept, as if debris
I hold to what I know is true, there is no me, without, you....