My Highest Peak

Pressure busts pipes and
Plumbers fix leaks
Ohh baby I crave to add your 34 plus my 35
To create the ultimate 69
Let the wind breeze so effortlessly through my scalp
If I can have any type of shampoo flowing through my hair,
It would be that Ivory glow that squirts from your nature, to lather me up

Your lips are famished
So here, sup upon my hanging fruit
So juicy, so ripe
This type of fruit, melons, if you will
That falls effortless off my chest
Is always in season
A fruit this succulent, is sure to replenish your nutrients and stamina

The body craves physical touch, 24/7, 365 days a week
The need to raise its hormones and dopamine levels to its highest peak
Fuck a love language
I'm only down to making love faces
When it's too deep
I want my eyes to roll to the back of my head and my tongue wagging like a dog in heat for more
When the mood is right
I want my temperatures to rise to the highest degrees of Fahrenheit
I want my budding rose to be covered in your warm dew on a cool spring morning

Keep me up all night
I want to be on my vampire shit
You and me in passionate, hot and eternal bliss
As the moon shines its light upon our naked bodies
Lets howl as loud as the werewolves on the mountain tops
Oh, what a mess we made, my lover
As I catch my breath, I fall tirelessly on your bare chest
Right after we both reached our climaxes
We share a kiss and watch the sun rise