WORDS

One can never truly put into words the sensation of being wrapped up in you. Words will never be able to describe the feeling that radiates from my soul as I thrust deeper; feeling your walls flutter around my fingers. Words will never be able to describe the immense pleasure I feel when your hands are in my hair, desperate to get closer; to feel more of that delicious pressure that my tongue provides. Words will never be able to describe the scorching heat beneath my skin as you gasp and evidence of your ecstasy flows from your lips as steadily as the river between your thighs. Words will never be able to describe the euphoric effect the taste of you has on me. Nirvana. Bliss. They all fall short when I wish to describe the feeling that pulses within me the moment my tongue first makes contact with your dripping core. But words never fail me when I want to tell you how much of a good girl you are; always wet, always waiting, always ready, to receive the pleasure I want to give you. Words never elude me when I want to tell you how warm and wet and tight you always are. Words never elude me when I want to whisper dirty things in your ear as your walls are gripping my fingers, pulling me deeper. Words never elude me when I want to tell you I love fucking you more than I love writing about it.