I love her sweet and sour the taste, I devour addicted to the scent . Finger licking good. Like a strong whiskey sour, an acquired taste, established pleasure. I liquor lace, she comes with haste to the third power.
The look in her eyes told me everything, but they were all answers I didn't want. The truth hurts more when you can feel it, Lost but never forgotten, even more when they mean it.
I want to be inside your mind entwined in your thoughts, consuming your wants living out your fantasies bound by our ****** chemistry our destination is ecstasy
She was the paper, and I was the pen My words poured over her like black ink. each word evokes, emotions with each stroke of my pen I wrote poems only her heart can comprehend