Your sticky and moist on my fingertips,
I pull you apart to push to my lips.
My tongue follows the folds of your skin,
Becoming light as I hold you in.

Dancing with you burns my desire,
Bringing me close as you hold onto fire.
I Taste you as I exhale so slow,
I feel your touch as you come and go.

Rolling my fingers over your paper skin.
Holding you close as I breath you in.
I pull on you for one final kiss,
Searching in you for something I miss.

Returning again and again to **** the pain,
Just me, myself and MaryJane.