The tongue, the perfect partition...
created to part her soft orchid petals.
Pleasure found whether by silk
or by metal.
Welcoming doors to
pretty pillows of pinks and reds.
All lose themselves in the folds
of her bed.
I kiss you and you kiss me with
the wettest of lips...
Violently shaking and bruising her hips.
Widely parted, I suck and I pull as much as I want.
Her elasticity so fragile yet I tease and I taunt.
My fingers trailing between your oysterous path. Fine
lines and curves in your river, I dive in your wrath. Oh...
the essence of her sweet, wet, slippery shine...Watch
her release...when I eat and I dine.