The tongue is heartless servant, it slithers on your neck and lips, like a snake devoid of warm flesh, I feel the warmth and the tremble in cleavage, but I am cursed as in Eden.
It smothers the bra slowly, peeking within with satanic eyes, the warmth is a thirst for a thing made of out flesh, it multiples while inside, caressing, pressing, Disappearing with eyes, Your breath is a kiss of blaze burning and I was a winter worth nurturing with hands choking my existence
The breasts caressed slowly, into a tumultuous moment of touch, I trace the tips to its origin, feeling them erect and ready for to pleased, unhook now and lie down, let me taste the eden before being banished forever.
Oh what a blessing it is to see you in the daylight, Blue sky, green grass, and your skin, it glows, I love the hot days where we stare the warmth, in our eyes. I love the cool nights , where before we fall onto the beds, hoping to travel into the caressed dreamland
Ends decipher themselves, As we trace the origins, of us coming close, and forgetting to waltz back Into this slippery reality