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…