Your lips, Baby.
God, oh God.
Candy coated sin.
That tongue,
tickling my throat,
lapping up my ***...
yum.
I taste myself on your lips,
warm juices dripping from your chin.
More.
Nip me there.
More.
You know what I need.
Yet, I am never satisfied.
Never bored.
Mmmm.
Your sweat mixed with wine.
Your eyes locked on mine.
Do you like my eyes, Baby?
The cool blue emitting heat.
My mouth?
The way rose lips part
....waiting....
begging for you, any part of you.
And, my my my...
Mine.
You are mine, tonight.
Do you like the way I taste?
I arch?
I moan?
More.
I need more.
Now.
Right, now.