Sighs In Paradise

I spilt a drop
Of a rich claret
It fell just above the knees
As i lay upon my willing bed
As i blush red
As you gently lick your lips
Then soon mine
As your tongue traces up my thighs
You enjoy the scarlet juices
Of my wine
And then my thighs
As higher, and higher you rise
As you sup upon
My secret prize
And gorge on my nectar
With your slippery tongue
As i close my eyes
As you slowly take me
To Paradise

by Jemia