You run your hands
I run my tongue
Hands tangled in my mermaid wish you were here hair
I've got a mouth made for bruising
With your flashy kick stand made for using
Between you and me who needs three?
Pushing me down with rough assuredness
I never did take orders well though
Flipping over, landing face down exactly where I am needed
Now who's song splashes off of white washed walls?
Please. Gods yes. Just like that.
I want to tell you to blow it all over my tonsils
My face. Stomach. Chest.
Any where you want
But I don't
Instead I increase speed
Not as soft and easy as I seem
Rough palms cradle a well made skull
One last ******. ****. A hissed name on begging lips
My tongue swirls around your most sensitive ridge
You shudder and pull away
Kissing me softly, tasting your appreciation on
my swollen lips