savored with an OMG, "it's so pretty," and a happy face, and I give like I get - leave her blessed, no honey wasted. Half the game was the swallow, and half the game was where I placed it. She wanted me to finish, but The End, I couldn't embrace it. Every ridge, and every ripple needed her tongue to trace it, so she could close her eyes, and recognize Heaven's sensation, across her brain... worked her face til she was sore, from speaking in tongues, and gobbling her explanation....
below the belt, above the knees is my location, permanently posted like some pilings in her ocean, sendin her home boastin bout tha freshcoasts locomotion...slathered in exotic lotions, emotions painted so vividly, gather an understanding of just how much youve given means to me...we skip away gingerly, mingling with the infinity, its been a long time but nowhere near as afar as i can see....
We sat face to face, eye to eye, vibe is live, as our hearts race, right pace, cracking fireplace, no rush, right away, we can lust the night away, let me get ya outta those drapes, flavored, skin salty to the taste, my tongue trace, her fire lit outline, goose bumps, telling me it's the right time, and the right place. Her lips showing me what her eyes say. We are as one, she does as I say...
