I'm addicted to thighs Not ass, or hips Or tits No! I'm addicted to Those perfect landing strips ...leading to my destination There's something in the way they carry her Caress the seam of every fabric As they peak beneath that boarder of forbidden meat
There's...
Something in the way they tease the mind Ever guiding towards her treasure So succulent that merely touching them can make her wetter
I'm addicted to their taste Leaving trails of kisses from knee caps to waist Never forgetting hip joints I place ......