deepundergroundpoetry.com

I don�t have the edge of maturity

I don�t have the edge of maturity:

I love being the object of your tongues desires
I love being the thing you ache to taste
You�re not shy, when your mouth is on me
It�s just you and me, there�s no end or beginning
It�s a lavish serendipity of new spots to be found
On our ravished bodies of extreme celestial things

My tongue loves your taste, mmm I can�t get enough
Of you, and I crave every drop, god there is nothing
Nothing, I wouldn�t do, I just crave you, in my mouth
I love the feel of your wet heat all over me, and ooh
In between my legs, in my dungeon of mad desires
Of lust and burning flames, I can�t get enough of what you�re doing

Have I told you lately, how good I taste, on your lips
Have I told you how, I love all that you do, and I
Am crazy mad, in desire, and lust, over, and all around you
Honey, you, are where I want to be, I can�t get enough
I will always be ready, to feed you all of me
Just remember I love the same thing, I need all of you

When I sit in your lap, and your reading, just let me sit here
Silently honey, I am watching your magic, and your man thing
Grows into my middle heat, and I just want to say, I love you
I don�t have the edge of maturity, but I got all the crazy
Wild natural needs, and honey I love you, and everything, everything
You do to me

Lori