And how I fantasized, that his wet and grooved tongue, slithered between the valleys of my breasts and thighs. Out from between his lips it slithered, seeking a home for the love he could offer, seeking shelter besides the cavity of his mouth.
In unison with the fantasy, I touched herself. I pulled at my nipples, that protruded like two love buttons, aching forward for a mouth, a warm nose to cleave them. My sugar sweetened the satin sheets beneath me, and, like a river, my desire rippled forth.
she pushed ink like † a crack dealer † my number one smack dealer † my soul's healer † my mind stealer † the heroine of my heart † shootin heroin straight into my veins † main line † takin the red eye † straight to my third eye † swellin my main vine † thick n full † she push n pulls... † † † erections † emotions... † † † ink spots irises † all i see is † beautiful black lotion † the most sensual poem-a-therapy † like Calgon † she takes me away..... † ...
When we got to our friend's art studio and saw him painting a portrait of this one latest muse, she looked at me with a smile like she had wanted me to get naked and pose with her in front of everyone right in that room.