The Love Making Of The Mouth

You know that I love the way you handle me?
The way you please me, and surrender to my every need.
The way you break me.
And have me quivering in the knees.
You know I love the way you put in down?
The way you make me forget about everything in the world.
You leave no time to fool around.
The only way to thank you is to please you, nothing less, everything more.
I wouldn't call this reward of mine "head".
Though I can make yours moan and shout.
Just a special treat for my beast in bed.
Let's call it the love making of the mouth.
Clutching you, fondling you ever so soft.
I can't help but to study your expessions.
Just wondering what my lips do to your thoughts.
You squirm when I add more aggression.
Yes, go crazy and make the noises that most men won't.
My goal is to please you and to leave you ignited.
And it's better if when you ask me to stop that I don't.
You doubted my abilities, but it's too late to fight it.
Rubbing my fingers across your moist tip.
That always gets you going.
Then I add sensual kisses from my lips.
I see the appreciation in your face showing.
I want to finish you off.
But I'd rather you recieve this pleasure longer.
So, I'll stuff the head in my mouth.
I know you can feel my tongue's pressure getting stronger.
Pants, and moans. Pure estacy.
I deep thoart for the kill.
I feel your hands sliding heavily.
You say you didn't know it was real.
For a mouth to be ever so heavenly . .
But I'm ready for my reward now.
So, babe, I'm going to need you to climb, right on over, next to me.