for the night.

Drips.
I felt drips

of brown sweat slipping
from breasts tender and toyed with, drips  no longer able hold on to such perspired, slippery perfection - falling, quenching my hot, thirsty body.

Lips.
I felt lips

wrapped around me, sucking me to blissful oblivion, your throat an anaconda, swallowing me whole, squeezing the life seeds out of me, a succulent feast.  

Slips.
She felt slips

of serpent tongue finding where her sweetest fruits were, her ass a treasure chest of joy to a horny boy's taste buds - the hollering a sexy soundtrack to a sweet meal.

Hips.
I saw hips

begging to be split open and fed, feasted on, and once satisfied crashing against me in a motion of the strongest tides, fierce rides as I swam her oceans.

Tips.
On her tips

she stood, her body welcoming me home, excited of my enter yet tender from long absence. She bends and curves while I stretch her nerves.

Dips.
My dick dips

deeply as my fingers dig deeply into her neck. She feeling light in her head but heavy in her nest, her smile telling me her body a trapped, breathless heaven.

Rips.
Her ass rips

with every stroke. she begs I tear her legless. I promise my cum will repair any damage.

Manic, we fuck.
Well, we are.

Drips.Lips.Slips.Hips.Tips.Dips.Rips.