Do I have your
permission to lead
you to your bedroom?
My visualizations want
to spring out of my
head and lay between
your sheets. Do I
have your permission
to light
candles? Witnessing
our reflections on the
wall would be an art
exhibit within itself.
The equivalent of a lion conquering his thick lioness.
Do I have your permission to have your face as my seat?
Your tongue flowing up and down my slit is an
action I can’t live without.
Making me as wet as a river.
Splashing your thickset lips.
Do I have your permission to be as bad as I want to be?
I want to wrap my lips around your shaft
And then feel it tease my ******.
I want your **** to regroup my insides
Any way it sees fit.
I want my cheeks to jounce off of you and jiggle.
I want it to excite you even more.
I want you to choke me and call me a **** and your little *****.
I want my legs to shake before you finish.

But first, I need your permission.

8/2021 (Original date)

5/11/2023
-Mia J
  
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