I want to kiss you.
But a deep kiss showing my passion is true.
Don't deny it, you want it too.
Gently biting your lips.
Your neck receives soft nips.
Slowly making my way down your body.
I can feel how wet you are.
Your scent is driving me crazy.
I can't think.
Teasing you is the furthest from my mind now.
I have to taste you,
Lick you,
*******.
Reminding you, you have always been mine.
Twice in ten minutes I have you screaming.
You whimper out my name.
I kiss my way back up your body.
Your eyes are hazy and dark.
I can't help but smirk.
I've come a long way since you first taught me.
Baby, the master has been mastered.

So delicate and ripe
Fruit waiting to be picked
I can smell the sweetness
Before I even dive in
So excited the anticipation
Has me famished
And us both leaking
So earnest in my approach
My descent seems snails pace
Spreading her open wide
Caressing those thick buttery thighs
My moans haven't developed yet
So all I can do is sigh
As I plant delicate kisses along each thigh
Tongue tracing the curves of her love
Nuzzling my nose in her fresh mound
Inhaling the intoxicating essence
This meal may stick to my ribs
Running my tongue along get dripping cavern
Such a sweet drink
Sweeter than my dream
My thirst has been ignited
As I envelope her between my lips
I feel her pearl throb and twitch
My tongue can't resist
And as much as i try to pace myself
I become ravenous for her nectar
desperate for her taste
vice grip on her hips
Caught in a frenzy
Oblivious to her moans, cries sighs and thrashing
Her libido is no match for my palate

what to do when your body starts to tingle?

take a cold shower.
turn on the fan.
drink some water.
turn off the R&B;
blow out the scented
incense.
look around and it will all start to make sense...

*" what to do when my body starts to tingle?"

place a pillow between your burning thighs and remember that you are single!

Every scar is another story
Every scar is just one love.

I wanna carve your name
Into my wrist
And have you sew me back together
So you can see how much
You've hurt me

Those urges,
For the blood.
They make me go crazy.
It kills me.
I want to cut.
I want to bleed.

I know lots of girls who cut
and ask them how they do it,
for it's such a brave feat to undertake
but they say there's nothing to it.

They're not afraid of blood loss,
or ripping apart their skin,
to have this be your only escape
what predicament could they be in?

So simply think of a time when you were bad
and about the pain you deserve,
and with each precise, thin, clean cut
your guilt goes away, unheard.

And then when ****** gaps close up
and the healing's coming far,
then you'll have some company to keep
for it's now and your scars.