I love the tone,
Of your sexual moan.
The fire in your eyes,
When I am between your thighs.
I love to make you sweat,
I love the look of you wet.
The way I make your body quiver,
With each lick that I deliver.
I love that when our bodies mingle,
The tips of all my regions tingle.
The way you look when you feel pleasure,
Makes me feel like your only treasure.
I love that when you reach your high,
It is MY name that your lips cry.
By Crystal VanSickle
January 3, 2006
