Tongue at your thighs,
staring deep in your eyes.
Tasting peach oceans-
warm, full of lies.
Whispering sweetness, legs starting to shift-
feeling the rhythm, tension uplifts.
Kiss on your neck, sweet- no reason to hurry,
stroking you slowly, lost in your body's flurry.
A breath on the ear, hands on your waist,
feeling your moans like a song made of grace.
Your arch, your song-
why can’t we belong?
Mar 26, 2025
Mar 26, 2025 at 5:29 PM UTC
Tongue at your thighs,
staring deep in your eyes.
Tasting peach oceans-
warm, full of lies.
Whispering sweetness, legs starting to shift-
feeling the rhythm, tension uplifts.
Kiss on your neck, sweet- no reason to hurry,
stroking you slowly, lost in your body's flurry.
A breath on the ear, hands on your waist,
feeling your moans like a song made of grace.
Your arch, your song-
why can’t we belong?
