I love the drip, the taste of your skin.
You subtly make it happen.
I can feel your excitement through your pulse.
It’s not by chance that your heart beats.
To the rhythm of my stroke.
So I paint you in delicate fabrics.
Adorn you in sensual oil.
Then devour you with ravaging force.
I speak to your feminine self.
I know you are hard all day.
Be soft all night and feel me fill you.
I’d like to do more with my tongue than wordplay.
So, don’t be a tease…