thetaste divine

ifind you a bout to
pass out
from an other long day
youhave been waiting
forme tojoin you
insleep
sleepis the
farthest from
mymind
ispread yourthighs
givethem astrong squeeze
as iawaken yourdesire
mylips findyours
myhands slidedown
yourarching body
mylips follow suit
theytrace thesameroute
carvedout by myfingers
theycaress yourlips
yourcheek thenneck
theywalk them selves
toyour heavingbreasts
yourhardnipples
kissingsucking then to wards
yoursoft stomach
inflicted with goose bumps
theyfind thetop
of yourthighsand
what lies in be tween
adeep wetness
awet softness
velvet tightness
myfingers stopthere
andtease more wetness
irub andikiss yourclit
ikiss yourpussy
lips withmine
thetaste divine
idevour the
orgasm that
emerges fromyou
asiwatch
yourbody
thrashandtwitch