Your taste, I want to savior on my tongue.
Soon, I will show you, what I want,
Soon, I wiil do too you, what I want.
To lick you clean, from top to bottom,
And back again, as many times as deemed needed.
And, I will then to relish your sighs,
Of lust, of desire, combined to make.
The urge very, very hard to resist.
And, a woman's touch can't be compared, nothing can.
For it is not the same, each time.
Your impulsiveness is quite unique.
From the oral stimulation of my lips,
I received, by your own devilish ones.
I run my fingers through your hair.
You asked to wait, then come as One
/ F /