Rough Draft

Warm whipped cream.

Dripped from her pink lips.
The thick liquid, drips
then licked, with sips.
Like juices from a sweet fruit
with a salty root,

That tickles my sweet tooth.
slow motions, causing commotion
Between her lips lies the truth.

all these
Sensational vibes
 capsize when our worlds collide.
 Face to face, eyes to eyes
 Our orgasms are organisms that
 coincide when I am inside