Updated: Aug 13, 2021
which arouse you when my fingers run on your curves...
which excite you as I nibble your skin,
sliding down the sharp jawline...
which tense your body,
as I mark your flawless neck,
with bright red blemishes...
that make you shy as I unclothe you...
which make you shiver as I play with your tips,
my fingers play their roles and pleasure oozes out...
which make you moan, loud,
with my name on your bruised lips
as I play with your cravings,
to wreck your exposed skin,
which make you spread,
for my entry
while I savor your oozing ardor to quench my thirst...