lips upon swell of breast, caresses like a dance in bated breath; a cry of hunger unclothed to nakedness; mouth travels south, seeking to quench libidinous drought; tongue glides, nibbling kisses; silently I sigh, each taste he gets thicker as I become wickedly *****
scents of honeysuckle permeates the air as tongue teases hardened strobe; I glow within his nature and he whispers in elated breaths; I arch against masculinity in sultry poses, smiling in blushed tints, fore, he knows me
and tells of his wants to satiate my needs like a rose opens its petals to a bee's need; to suckle its sepal of sweet nectar's honey, sipped in little nips inebriating his wanton longing, he breaches my honeycomb in gentle easements...flushed
he whispers against nape of neck as hands control movement of hip, tongue glides against silken thigh; in foolery baiting to entrap me within his desirous taunts of beggary...I sigh