When she begin feeding sweetness of my mouth, Softly… Gently… Sensually, Deliriously awakening my thoughts. The glorifying minutes count, When two swollen, ripe plums meet, Slowly… Mindlessly… Hungrily, Frantically searching for more. The divine minutes pass, When she desires to capture my mouth with urgency, Ferociously… Savagely… Fiercely, Devastatingly obsessed with it. The wondrous minutes continue, When her tongue finds mine through my parted lips, Voraciously… Greedily… Invasively, Silkily dancing and curling thoroughly. The ravishing minutes drifted on, When she moist sweeps my tongue to ecstasy, Seductively… Erotically… Sexily, Amorously absorbing my drugging nectar. The kiss vanquishes the minutes, When I encountered her soft, rich, and pink lips, Lovingly… Passionately… Uncontrollably, Permanently leaving a lingering aftermath. |
