After dinner there's you

After dinner show me what's for dessert.
A little of you couldn't hurt.
But a little of me could if things get real.
You got that fondue fountain, girl I want to taste your chocolate flow if you will.
It'll start with a kiss of those luscious lips, I call scintillating.
Let's see where it leads, I don't believe in misdirection.
So when I kiss your neck, I want you to know satisfying my hunger is my purpose.
But this ain't about me girl from how I'm kissing on your chest with focus.
See how I'm sucking on your nipples.
With my fingers between your legs I can feel your waves ripple.
My manhood is going to be the island and my pelvis will be the beach.
My tongue will swim up your Caribbean waters to your Bermuda triangle on the way to your peak.
Do you like the strokes fast or slow.
This ain't a question your body will let me know.
With your hand on my surfboard you'll call out to my hormones like a siren.
A glance of your eyes will put me under your spell of temptation.