Somewhere...looking deeply into your eyes...
Somewhere...between your moans and sighs...
Somewhere...between your thighs...
...that's where you will find me
Your Flower
The other night I found myself thinking...my thoughts slowly sinking into an intense world of heightened sensitivity as i imagine the touch...the feel...the taste of your pink flower...hours past as i thought about how i would devour...you... how i would open your thighs and control your sighs with the speed of my tongue...first fast..then slow...just so see how long i can go...i would part your lips exposing your clit...slightly teasing you with the warmth of my mouth just as my lips touch yours and the session begins...your pink flower upon my lips awaiting my tongue...slowly inserted until your back curves...gripping your hips are your body swerve, with each dip my tongue slips...deeper...and deeper... ok now since we both grown...when can i taste your flower?
Mocha
Beautiful brownskin against that of my own
Anxiously awaiting pleasures yet unknown
My mind plays through positions
As your body lays in submission
Open...
To my imagination
My creativity
My sensitivity
Exploration of your femininity
Indulging in each other's sex
Anticipating what's next
As touch becomes initiation
Leading to mutual masturbation
Lost in the sensation
Of you against me
Me against you...
Really diggin' the taste of milk chocolate against my lips
Mocha against my tongue...
Resting my face between your sugary hips
Tasting your sweetness
Your sex is my weakness
Yet...
This is where I belong
It's my pleasure to hear you moan
Your voice has an erotic tone
As my tongue plays against your skin
Gently licking you on the outside
While your breathing quickens...
Your nipples are erect
Pressure from my fingertips
Sighs escape
As you gyrate your hips
Grinding against my face
Really diggin' the taste
Of milk chocolate against my lips
Mocha against my tongue
Calling out my name
As you begin to cum
Your clit between my lips
Your wetness starts to drip
You contract then release
Your orgasm begins to cease
Relaxed with my head between your hips
Really diggin' the taste
Of milk chocolate against my lips
And...
Mocha against my tongue
I Blew Your Butterfly A Kiss...
I blew your butterfly a kiss as she fluttered against my lips...resting my face between your hips, the tips of her wings before my eyes as my tongue slipped between your thighs...you close your eyes...
I'm not accustomed to kissing butterflies yet i have indulged myself within you...lost in the moment of what we do...finding myself connected to the essence of you...my lips against your butterfly...my tongue between your sigh...inhale...exhale...the swell of anticipation changes the elevation...as the wings of your butterfly spread and my appetite is fed...devouring the flower...beneath your butterfly
Her hips swayed and I obeyed...back and forth...forth and back...hypnotized...mesmerized by the rhythm of her thighs...she danced as i caught a glance of her eyes...staring into my soul...lost somewhere between clenched sheets and an imaginary beat...she swayed...and I obeyed...right to left...left to right...as evening became night...her silhouette in the moonlight...her body spread...across my bed...erotic thoughts in our head...about to be played and replayed as her hips swayed...and I obeyed...our bodies united...too strong to fight it...one within another...we wrinkled the covers...performing the dance of lovers...real love being made...as her hips swayed...and I obeyed...
