Cameltoe

Your lips, sultry and full, tease me.

Panties cling where you split.

The fabric wraps your perfect gift.

Spread your legs wide as you sit.

Let me visualize your tiny slit.

Ripples and folds, panties molded to your curves.

The imprint of your lips—so distinct.

A shape that drives instinct.

Peeking at your pink, fleshy folds ignites desire.

I want to dig deep, lose myself in your heat.

Until we both climax, our desires complete.