The taste of your lips quite moist and sweet, they compress so gently between my teeth, I give them a soft lick, allowing my tongue to explore,

Indulging the recesses of your mouth, and then your lips once more,

You find my hands to weave your fingers with mine, Kissing just below my neck sending chills down my spine,

You raise your hand to cup my breast, They begin to perk up at your lips request,

My soft moans deliver your green light incentive,

The way you flip your tongue is so inventive,

Still waters run deep,

leading a slick path as they leak,

Spread wide for the meet,

Throbbing nerves at their peak,

North to south and repeat

I contract an arch in my feet,

As we cry out our defeat...

Good Nite You Cold Freaks!