This poem is called Collar bone kisses          

         

First I get that ear, Then I get that neck followed by slow kisses up and down her collarbone. It was unbelievable the way our bodies clashed leaving puddles on the sheets or how our moans created sweet harmony musical melodies. She exhaled as if it was her first time her facial expressions and body language telling me everything I needed to know, You see it was my job to make her tap in not tap out as I traveled her yonivese i took things slow. She loved the way I would flip her over, tell her to get on her knees and bite the pillow if she had to, And when she tried to get away I'd say girl don't play if you run imma give it to you times two. She said my tongue felt like art and she was the canvas I was creating so I had to sketch body in the nude, she let go for me, let her rivers flow for me, so my mouth became her canoe. -