ScaRs

He made love to my scars before he could make love to my perfections..
Kissing and sucking on each and every stretch mark,
They are the map to my perfections,
He follows their trails to reach my favorite places,
When he parts my thighs, the glistening bliss between my legs makes him oogle,
Drooling for some sweet salty juices,
Before I squeeze him between my thick thighs, he stares in awe, loving each flaw.
Kissing my thighs in their darkest of places because they just can't cease touching each other. He blows my trumpet, I'm in paradise.