Countdown to One

Ten  
Let our breathes and bodies mesh together as the molly sets in driving out the limitless plethoras of our sex all while this world dances merrily in sin.  

Nine  
I want you to pour me some wine , watch me google it down like listerine as you imagine your saliva going down my esophagus not missing a drop.  
 
Eight  
I try not to let out little as an echo as you try to break all the rules of caution when it comes to taking away my innocence.  
Hopefully your sized up with protection and heavily strapped up with latex for one wrong move and I'll be gaining baby weight.
 
Seven  
Is a lucky number that is for certain. Come baby let's get in sync and mirror out our love for each other. Let us make a wish and watch it come true, like a child eager for 11:11.  
 
Six  
Snap me up in compromising and illict photos doing things that delves deep into your darkest forms of achieving your fix.  
 
Five  
You tell me to spread wide like an eagle ready to take flight.  
You lick me up and say it taste like honey, hell it is even richer and sweeter than anything a bee can concot from its hive.  
 
Four  
There is no such thing as locked doors and safe words in this house. I'm the dominatrix and your my submissive now give into the life of a world where doing me won't feel like a chore. No it will lead you into the dimension of lucid roars.  
 
Three  
When your inside of me there is no need to be  copping pleas. I'm like how bread goes with peanut butter and jelly; there is no taste neither any combination that goes better without me.  
 
Two  
I can do for you the things that she can't do. I'm a good girl, but I'll always be that bad ass for you. I earned my extra credit, yeah I paid my dues.  For there is nothing that I won't do to please my modern day Romeo, yes my beau.  
 
One  
All this has been fun, lets do this again sometimes. I promise you that the games have just begun. I love you and I want you to know that your love is a one in a million. The way the spirits correlates us together is truly a phenomenon that one must see in a mere form in order to understand that it's the bigger prize being won.