Running your bathwater

I dip my finger in your vacuum.
And the speeches that you make.
Flow smoothly like a caressed piano.

I dip my head in your temples
And rock your sacred channels with my tongue.
Preparing you for the ''Grand finish''.

Patient eyes.
Are you sure you're ready for this?
As your spirits of passion explode
I kiss you softly on the lips.
On the breasts, down below.

I spin my tongue on your belly
Like a ballerina dancer.
Placing my hands on your magnificent face.

You giggle as you are about to kiss me.
I tell you about the time I painted the garden in roses.
I filled it up with what I could found as my expression of romance.
The time that I really wanted to fuck you
Outdoor in the open.
Comfortably.
In a secluded spot.

Atmosphere lit soo perfectly.
The kiss I place on your forehead leaves you closing your eyes like a goddess statue.
Don't you know that you are my destiny?
And all I have ever wanted to do is run your bathwater.