Constant

I love how skirts, dresses, and t-shirts slightly reveal you as if being peeled by my eyes, your nipples are just hints of an ocean breeze, they whisper your tide along with your lips they too trickle on me, like an artist and his brush my tongue grazes your canvas with a pleasing smile your body just sighs, We both emission life as we paint between each others thighs,  and thresholds catching and fetching yes we enter a year ago's no's our bodies are wild, exotic and natural like garments worn in 9769 B.C. Your kisses feel like you drain faults from me.  Your warmth is guilty only of holding me, immersing me, hurting me  because climaxing is like its just another way of restricting what we would make constant.