Grinding Release

Small beads of sweat pooling and forming a simple stream down the center of her back
Tongue light as a feather sponging away before it reaches her crack
I took my time around S1 and L5, and allowed my teeth to ride across her spine
Don't rush me Boo, please allow me to take my time
 
As you can tell by my swelling, I have the same thing on my mind
I can't wait to hear the squeals, and feel the friction of your grind
But for now please be patient with me and try not to judge
Allow yourself to enjoy this adventure as I over indulge
  
Things have happened between us that knocked us slightly off course
We have both sought what we needed from a different source
But you and I, both know that we merge
For whatever reason when we meet passions and expectations surge
  
We exist totally for right here and now, and the passions being demanded
Yes I agree with you, the heat is to much, and I can't stand it
Ice cubes rubbed on nips and clit, using my tongue to push them into your slit
Feeling you tighten, pushing it back out all creamy and allowing me to suck on it
  
Yes, this is us, Boo, and how we re energize
Punishing each others body try to produce a rise
While holding an ice cube to your rose, I'm tongue searching your trove for a prize
And You're sucking on my man while swirling a piece of ice
  
Balls being handled carefully but with a firm grip
Mouth and pussy doing battle, lip to fucking lip
This is us Boo, lets take this shit to the stars
My tongue shifting gears in your ass like I'm driving a fucking race car
  
Climb on up there let me shoot you to the moon
It doesn't matter if you get there first, I'll be arriving there soon
Let's spin off into space fighting with nothing but passion
Should I enter that hole there, shit I'm not even asking  
  
Being sucked in to a black hole takes our matter to another state
It's where liquid and solid matter co exist and both can relate
Ooh your black hole possesses both friction and the silky caress of your heart
The gravitational pull alone is fucking tearing me apart
  
What do you call a continental collision in fucking outer space
It can't be called an earthquake, your pussy slamming into my face  
Pussy and dick going toe to toe, bodies getting weaker blow by blow
It seems we both went to the sun expecting to see snow
  
Two bodies entangled in passion's grip
Digging in deeper with every moment or slip
The enterprise is shaken, the haul gets ripped
A meteor shower burst from the fucking tip